[a trainer is about to administer a shot to Wendell's knee]
Hey coach, I heard a pop. I... you know, I think he's hurt pretty bad.
Get outta here! Y'all wouldn't know anything about it! Dedication, team play!
[bursting in on crutches]
But I would. Don't do it, Wendell... it's not worth it, man.
You gonna listen to that from a gimp... who's praying that we lose so he can be the missing link?
Maybe I shouldn't do it.
[to Wendell]
Don't do it.
...before I lose my temper! [grabs Lance] Get out!
Don't do it.
That needle goes anywhere near Wendell's leg, I swear to God, on my mother's grave, I will rip your arms off and beat you to death with them!
This has to do with all of us. We kill ourselves for you. Year round, we play hurt, we play sick, and we spend most of that time scared that we're gonna screw up and you're gonna kick our ass because you... [Kilmer attempts to close the door in Mox's face, but Mox stops it] ...don't really give a **** about us! All you care about is your next district title.
[to the trainer, at halftime in the trainer's room, with Wendell on the table]
Give him the shot!
If you give him that shot, you can find yourself another **** quarterback.
You about ready to lose that scholarship, boy?
If it keeps that needle out of his leg? Absolutely.
Good.
**** it, I'm out.
That's good! That's good! Finally! Tweeder, you take the snaps.
No, I won't. I'm out, Coach.
What did you say?
I'm with them.
The only way we're going back out on that field is without you.
