[asking Ditka for an autograph]
Hi, Coach Ditka? Hi. Um, our son, Byong Sun, he's very shy, and I was just wondering if you could, uh..?
Yeah, sure, be glad to. How do you spell it?
I think I got it. [hands back the paper]
Oh, okay. Thank you. [she and Donna walk away]
[walking away looking at autograph]
Bing Bong?
Connor Coach, did you order the pizzas yet?
In due time, Connor, in due time. However, I want all of you to know, if the pizzas don't arrive, I have already made the decision that we will eat Byong Sun.
[Byong Sun backs away from the campfire, freaked out]
Alright, we're not gonna eat him. But he does look delicious, you have to admit, right, if we had to eat someone?
Hey, Phil, I-I-I don't think that's a very good attitude. You can't talk about hurting other players.
You don't think? Ya don't think? Well, I don't think you should be buttin' in when I'm talkin' to my team. You're my assistant, okay? You're supposed to back me up and go get me juice boxes when I tell ya. Now go get me a juice box.
YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKIN' TO?
I'm talkin' to the juice box guy.
I'm not crazy, I'm just thirsty.
WHY DON'T YOU GO TO HELL?!
No, you go to Hell! And while you're there, why don't you grab me a juice box?!
I'M NO JUICE BOX BOY, I'LL TELL YOU THAT!
No, I'm not! You're like your old man!
If it weren't for these kids, I would whip your butt!
I'm out of here. Bye-bye. I'll see you, Mr. Big Time Coach. Bye-bye! [walks back to the parking lot]
I'M NOT LIKE MY OLD MAN! I'M A KIND AND GENTLE, COMPASSIONATE HUMAN BEING, WITH A HEART AS BIG AS A LION! WE'LL SEE YOU LATER, JUICE BOX! Everyone wave goodbye to Juice Box. Literally wave! Do it! Parents, too! Everyone waves! [The kids and parents all waive as Ditka drives off]
[being kicked out of Beantown]
What is wrong with you, Derek? I thought we were friends!
BC Beantown cashier
My name is Andy!
Your name is liar because you're telling lies! You know what the odds are I'll never come back here again? There's a good chance at that!
BB Beantown barista
That's a chance we'll have to take.
Okay, if that's how you wanna play it.
BC Beantown cashier
Okay.
I am disappointed! [leaves]
BB Beantown barista
Good!
[passing out DVDs]
Got you a gift. Soccer Dan instructional DVD. We're gonna keep learning as we go. This is where we're really gonna hone our skills. This will take us to the next level. Study it. Watch it. I only watched it for 5 minutes, I already learned this, it's called "Up and Over". [he shows them this new kick] You can learn things like, maybe back over here! Fakes left, fakes right, he shoots! [nearly wrecking the fireplace]
What is going on in there? [Phil hears Barbara coming and passes the ball to Mark Avery] Guys, I said no playing soccer in the house.
You did, you said it a lot.
[pointing to Mark]
He did.
H Hunter
Kill Phil! [the kids start attacking Phil]
[to Barbara]
My dad, he's a coach. He knows the game. He's confident, he's smart, witty, dynamic, vicious, brutal, vindictive, a monster! And he will win by intimidation and forceful tactics if need be. I'm not like that. In fact, I don't know anyone like that. Do you?
[cuts Phil and Mike Ditka meeting inside Ditka's house]
So Paul, what's on your mind?
What's the difference? Come on, spit it out. [lights a cigar]
Diana Ditka Mike?
Hold this. [gives cigar to Phil]
Oh no! No, no! We do not allow smoking in the house!
[takes back the cigar]
I'll get rid of it, honey.
[Mrs. Ditka leaves]
Anyway I'm coaching my son's soccer team and I didn't know if you'd be willing to help.
Actually I want you to, uh, assistant coach.
[chuckling]
Your assistant coach? You really don't know who I am, do you?
You're right, silly idea. It's just- I just need some help and you're such a great coach, my dad's gonna be riding me all season--
Whoa-ho-ho-ho, your dad? You mean I get to coach against your dad?
Diana Mike, I smell smoke!
Diana Mike!
For Pete's sake! [to Phil] So, like, it's me and you against your old man?
I mean there are other teams--
Diana [Diana runs back to the room and sees Mike holding a cigar]
Got ya!
[to Phil, pointing the cigar at him]
No smoking means no smoking!
Diana Okay, come on, Phil!
I'll throw this out the window, honey.
I'm sorry Mrs. Di- I'm sorry.
Diana You should be. [leaves again]
It's a nasty, filthy habit.
[to Phil]
Hey, you can count me in!
Let's bring your old man down!
[they shake hands]
[at practice the next day]
Look who's here! I'll give you a hint - Hall of Fame, Chicago Bears...
No, no. Football. Coached the 1986-
Right, '85 Bears to a Super Bowl victory... it's Mike Ditka!
Hey, zip it, kid! I'm a coach that knows about winning! I'm gonna push you guys, like you've never been pushed before! Some of you are gonna wish I was dead!
It's true. I know it's a weird thought but it's true.
I eat quitters for breakfast and I spit out their bones!
This is gonna be the hardest thing you've ever done in your whole lives. But when it's over...
[echoing him]
When it's over...
You guys are gonna be champions!
Now let's get out there and kick some butt!
On three, 'let's have fun'
[all chant]
One, two, three, Let's Have Fun!
[to Phil, mocking]
"Let's have fun"? What's that?
[on stage addressing the crowd of parents at the league banquet]
So When I took over for coach Benson...
Clark [interrupting]
I hear he's a woman now! [the audience laughs]
Actually uh, truth be told, no one knows where he is right now. A lot of people are... concerned. [the audience laughs again]
I don't know why that's funny.
[The audience applauds]
Yeah, I gotta be honest, I didn't plan on speaking tonight. Actually I was hoping my assistant coach would be here..[checks his watch as the crowd starts to murmur. Looks up and sees Ditka has arrived] Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to introduce Mike Ditka! [the crowd cheers wildly as Ditka takes the stage]
Thanks, Paul! Thanks, everybody! Great to be here, Paul's got the Tigers on the move!
You live long enough you see everything! Iron Mike on an aluminum field, coaching the Tigers.
I couldn't really hear ya, my Super Bowl ring was making too much noise.
Hi, I'm Phil Weston and this is my son, Sam, and I'm brand new to coffee. So I don't want too much. I was wondering if you could mix half of the regular version with half of the decaffeinated version? Or is that too weird a thing?
BC Beantown cashier
[to coworker, annoyed]
Half-Caf...
BB Beantown barista
Right, Half-Caf.
A Half-Caf! [to Sam] We're gonna have a Half-Caf.
[to customer]
We're gonna have a Half-Caf.
BC Beantown Customer
[flatly]
Yay.
B Baristo
Half-Caf.
Phil Thanks. [takes a sip, it's way too hot and drops the coffee] Yowww! Mother of Pearl! That is hot!
BC Beantown cashier
[to Phil]
You shoulda waited for the jacket.
I'm sorry, I got too eager.
BC Beantown cashier
Another Half-Caf.
BB Beantown baristo
Another Half-Caf.
[Cut to game day the next day]
Tigers! Huddle up.
I know we're on a five-game losing streak but I've got good news. Umberto!
[Umberto arrives with Massimo and Gian Piero]
We've got two new players joining the team. Guys; Gian Piero and Massimo. Now these boys are from Italy so they don't speak English that well. We're all gonna help them learn. They're apprentice butchers.
Could the blacksmiths and candlestick makers not make it?
I come back and pick-up 5:00. [making the two boys recite before leaving] Buon divertimento. Prima la carne.
GP Gian Piero and Massimo
Prima la carne.
Meat first! Yes, we love meat!
[In Italian]
Bye! ("Ciao!")
MA Massimo and Gian Piero
[In Italian]
Bye, uncle! ("Ciao, Zio")
[Phil and Ditka enter an Italian deli]
Umberto!
Hey, coach! Don't you worry I got your bratwurst all ready! [showing him the wrapped bratwurst] Huh?
Beautiful, grazie. Are your nephews working today?
[to Phil]
Go back there, take a look at these guys.
[Phil walks over to two windowed swing-doors. He peers through one window and sees two young boys kicking a ball of plastic wrap like a soccer ball] [To Phil]
These kids are the right age, and they live in the district. Why not?
[Phil and Ditka walk back over to the front counter] [to Umberto]
Excuse me, mister, your two nephews, would they be interested in playing soccer?
Massimo e Gian Piero? No, they not play soccer. They come here to apprentice me. They have too much to learn. English, meat, too much.
So, they don't play soccer at all?
M Massimo
[In Italian]
Uncle, why do they want? ("Zio, ma che vuoi?")
[In Italian]
They want you to play soccer. ("Eh, giocare a calcio.")
[In Italian]
Really! Let us play! ("Davvero! Facci giocare!")
Don't look like that to me, please!
MA Massimo and Gian Piero
[Begging] [In Italian]
Uncle please! Uncle Umberto! ("Per favore, Zio! Zio Umberto!")
[In Italian]
No, be quiet. ("No, state zitti")
They play with American kids, they pick up English. A lot of famous athletes have learned English through sports; Sammy Sosa, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, uh.. Leon Spinks, Elvis Costello, Björn Borg, Mark Spitz.
Let the kids have some fun, huh?
[Massimo and Gian Piero cheer]
Great!
But remember; meat first, then soccer!
[to Phil]
I told ya, every great thing in life starts with a Brat.