Strap, God wants you on the floor.

Coach Norman Dale

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

Coach Norman Dale: Sit down.
Rade: You gotta have five out there!
Coach Norman Dale: Sit... down!
Referee: You need one more, coach.
Coach Norman Dale: My team's on the floor!

Coach Norman Dale: What's on your mind?
Everett Flatch: Well, coach... what you're doin' with my dad. I'm not seein' it. I mean, he's a drunk... he'll do somethin' stupid...
Coach Norman Dale: When's the last time anyone gave your father a chance?
Everett Flatch: He don't deserve a chance!

Well... keep His strength in the dribble alright?

Coach Norman Dale

Coach Norman Dale: What's gotten into you?
Strap Purl: It's the Lord, I can feel His strength!

Strap, in for Everett. Don't shoot the ball unless you're under the basket all by yourself!

Coach Norman Dale

Everett Flatch: You think #22's 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!

Let's win this game for all the small schools that never had a chance to get here.

Merle Webb

[to shorter player] Didn't know they grew 'em so small down on the farm.

Player

You are in the Army. You're in my Army. Everyday between three and five.

Coach Norman Dale

I'll make it.

Jimmy Chitwood

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