Movie Quotes for Hoosiers

Jimmy Chitwood: I play, coach stays. He goes, I go.

[Just before the big game]
Preacher Purl: And David put his hand in the bag and took out a stone
  and slung it. And it struck the Philistine on the head and he fell
  to the ground. Amen.

Coach Norman Dale: My practices arent designed for your enjoyment.

Myra Fleener: Leave him alone, all right? Hes a real special kid
  and, and I have high hopes for him and... I think if he works
  really hard, he can get an academic scholarship to Wabash College
  and can get out of this place.
Coach Norman Dale: Why, do you have something against this place?

Coach Norman Dale: Welcome to Indiana basketball.

Opal Fleener: Sun dont shine on the same dogs ass everyday, but,
  mister you aint seen a ray of light since you got here.

Coach Norman Dale: Ive seen you guys can shoot but theres more to
  the game than shooting. Theres fundamentals and defense.

Wilbur Shooter Flatch: Clete, you tell him. Sectionals of 33, one
  point down. Five, four, three, two, one, let er fly... in and out.
  Yeah, well, I was fouled...

Wilbur Shooter Flatch: I know everything there is to know about the
  greatest game ever invented.

Coach Norman Dale: If you put your effort and concentration into
  playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I dont
  care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book
  were gonna be winners.

Coach Norman Dale: First of all, lets be real friendly here, okay?
  My name is Norm. Secondly, your coaching days are over.
George: Look, mister, theres... two kinds of dumb, uh... guy that
  gets naked and runs out in the snow and barks at the moon, and, uh,
  guy who does the same thing in my living room. First one dont
  matter, the second one youre kinda forced to deal with.
Coach Norman Dale: Translate. That some sort of threat?
George: I dont know why Cletus drug your tired old bones in here, he
  musta owed you somethin fierce. Fact is, mister, you start
  screwin up this team, Ill personally hide-strap your ass to a
  pine rail and send you up the Monon Line!
[George angrily turns and storms out of the gym]
Coach Norman Dale: Leave the ball, will you, George?

Coach Norman Dale: You know, if everyone is as nice as you, country
  hospitality is gonna get an awful name.
Myra Fleener: What a pleasant thing to say.

Myra Fleener: A man your age comes to a place like this, either hes
  running away from something or he has nowhere else to go.
Coach Norman Dale: What Im doing here has *nothing* to do with you.
Myra Fleener: Just stay away from Jimmy. I dont want him coaching in
  Hickory when *hes* fifty.

[Strap is continuing his prayer as the team gets ready to leave the
  locker room]
Coach Norman Dale: Strap? [to another player] How long is he going to
  go on like this?
Rade: I dont know. Hell come when hes ready, not before.
Coach Norman Dale: Hopefully thatll be sometime before tip-off.

Coach Norman Dale: Theres a, um tradition in tournament play- not
  talk about the next step until youve climbed the one in front of
  you. Im sure going to the state finals is beyond your wildest
  dreams, so lets just keep it right there.

Coach Norman Dale: You know, in the ten years that I coached, I never
  met anybody who wanted to win as badly as I did. Id do anything I
  had to do to increase my advantage. Anybody who tried to block the
  pursuit of that advantage, Id just push em out of the way. Didnt
  matter who they were, or what they were doing. But that was then.
  You have special talent, a gift. Not the schools, not the
  townspeople, not the teams, not Myra Fleeners, not mine. Its
  yours, to do with what you choose. Because thats what I believe, I
  can tell you this: I dont care if you play on the team or not.

[about Jimmy Chitwood]
Myra Fleener: You know, a basketball hero around here is treated like
  a god, er, uh, how can he ever find out what he can really do? I
  dont want this to be the high point of his life. Ive seen them,
  the real sad ones. They sit around the rest of their lives talking
  about the glory days when they were seventeen years old.
Coach Norman Dale: You know, most people would kill... to be treated
  like a god, just for a few moments.

Coach Norman Dale: I love you guys.

Jimmy Chitwood: Ill make it.

[a player complains about the training]
Coach Norman Dale: You are in the Army. Youre in my Army. Everyday
  between three and five.

Coach Norman Dale: Five players on the floor functioning as one
  single unit: team, team, team - no one more important that the
  other.

Player: [to shorter player] Didnt know they grew em so small on the
  farm.

Merle Webb: Lets win this game for all the small schools that never
  had a chance to get here.

Everett Flatch: [Shooter is coaching the team at a critical moment
  after Coach Dale was ejected] You think #22s gonna take their last
  shot, Dad?
Wilbur Shooter Flatch: Yeah, probably... they been pickin low all
  night. Rade, let yourself get taken out! Uh, Buddy, drop down and
  take his place! Close that lane!
Wilbur Shooter Flatch: [after Buddy Walker steals the ball] Time!
  Time!
Wilbur Shooter Flatch: Alright, boys, this is the last shot we got!
  Were gonna run the picket fence at em! Jimmy, youre solo right!
  Everett, Merle should be open on the other side of that fence! Now,
  boys, dont get caught watchin the paint dry!

Coach Norman Dale: [after sitting an injured Everett] Strap, in for
  Everett. Dont shoot the ball unless youre under the basket all by
  yourself!