
Coach Dale: I think you'll find that the baskets and dimensions here in Glendale match those at our gym back in West Lafayhickory exactly.
Team: *bewildered*
Coach Dale: How many times are we going to pass the ball before we shoot?
Lewis Jackson: Two?
Coach Dale: How many?
Chris Kramer: Every time I ever touch the ball, ever?
Coach Dale: How many?
Coach Painter: Haven't you guys seen Hoosiers? Just say "FOUR!"
Coach Dale: How many?
Team: FOUR!!
Coach Dale: Kramer, son, you're guarding #12. Imagine he's bubble gum -- by the end of the game, I want to know what flavor he is!
Chris Kramer: That's kind of weird, coach.
Coach Dale: FOUR!

Robbie Hummel: Who ARE you?
Coach Dale: Listen, Jimmy, I don't care whether you play or not.
Robbie Hummel: I'm Robbie. And I have a fracture in my back, you dick.
Coach Dale: That's it! You're gone!
Robbie Hummel: You can't kick me out, Coach.
Coach Dale: I can win with just six players!
Coach Painter: Coach, you can't kick Robbie off the team. That's not your call.
Coach Dale: My team's on the floor!
Coach Painter: We're not even playing a game right now. We're in the hotel. Wait, who the hell is that guy?

Shooter: Let's run the old picket fence at 'em!
JaJuan Johnson: The what?
Shooter: Don't get caught watching the paint dry!
LewJack: What are you talking about, honkey?
Shooter: I got a suit back there! I was married in that suit! I got a wing dinger!
Coach Dale: My team's on the floor!
Coach Painter: Maybe this was a mistake.