You're five foot nothin. A hundred and nothin. And you have barely a speck of athletic ability. And you hung in there with the best college football players in the land for two years. You're gonna walk outta here with a degree from the University of Notre Dame. In this life, you don't have to prove nothin' to nobody but yourself. Am I making myself clear?
Rudy: I'm sorry I never got you to see your first game in here.
Fortune: Hell I've seen too many games in this stadium.
Rudy: I thought you said you never saw a game...
Fortune: I've never seen a game from the stands.
Rudy: You were a player?
Fortune: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey... What are you doing here, don't you have practice?
Rudy: Not anymore, I quit.
Fortune: Oh, well, since when are you the quitting kind?
Rudy: I don't know I just don't see the point anymore.
Fortune: So you didn't make the dress list. There are greater tragedies in the world.
Rudy: I wanted to run out of that tunnel for my dad to prove to everyone that I worked...
Fortune: Prove what!?
Rudy: That I was somebody.
I rode the bench for two years. Thought I wasn't being played because of my color, I got filled up with a lotta attitude. So I quit. Still not a week goes by I don't regret it. And I guarantee a week won't go by in your life you won't regret walking out, letting them get the best of ya. You hear me clear enough?
You've got your head so far up your ass about that damn football team, you don't get the fact that you just got a year of top quality education! Waste? Quit wasting my time!