This is where they fought the battle of Gettysburg. Fifty thousand men died right here on this field, fighting the same fight that we are still fighting among ourselves today. This green field right here, painted red, bubblin' with the blood of young boys. Smoke and hot lead pouring right through their bodies. Listen to their souls, men. I killed my brother with malice in my heart. Hatred destroyed my family. You listen, and you take a lesson from the dead. If we don't come together right now on this hallowed ground, we too will be destroyed, just like they were. I don't care if you like each other of not, but you will respect each other. And maybe... I don't know, maybe we'll learn to play this game like men.
Coach Boone: What are you? Team: Mobile, agile, hostile! Coach Boone: What is pain? Team: French bread! Coach Boone: What is fatigue? Team: Army clothes! Coach Boone: Will you ever quit? Team: No! We want some mo', we want some mo', we want some mo'!