If I Had Wings

Geoff Taylor:
Let me tell you something: loyalty and gullibility - not a great combination in your line of work.

Tyson:
I'm not scared of you, chief.

Brad Coleman:
You sure about that?

Tyson:
Yeah. Unlike you, I have a reason to be here.

[Rather than talk about running practice, Alex excuses himself from dinner]

Sandy Taylor:
It's Brad, isn't it? He's harassing you.

Alex Taylor:
I just have a lot of homework to do, Mom. That's it.

Sandy Taylor:
Did he pull on your underwear?

Brad Coleman:
Hey, uh... do we have any milk?

Angus Coleman:
Milk?

Brad Coleman:
Yeah, milk. You know, white stuff. It comes from a cow.

Angus Coleman:
I am familiar with the concept. You want milk? Really?

Angus Coleman:
Ah, not gettin' along with that blind kid, huh?

Brad Coleman:
His name's Alex... and, yeah, I don't... I don't think he likes me. You know, he's one of those rich, smart kinds.

Angus Coleman:
Oh, and you're one of the poor, stupid ones?

Brad Coleman:
I come by it honestly.

Angus Coleman:
I thought you said you weren't hanging out with Vince and Billy anymore.

Brad Coleman:
Yeah, I'm not.

Angus Coleman:
Then what are those two drains-in-the-system doing on my front lawn!

Sandy Taylor:
Would you care for a beer?

Angus Coleman:
Sure. I always wanted to try one of those - but only if you're having one.

Sandy Taylor:
I could use a beer. Domestic or imported?

Angus Coleman:
Ah, I better stick to domestic. I drink imported, I get illusions of grandeur.

Alex Taylor:
You smell like Dad during the playoffs.

Angus Coleman:
How about some milk? God, I never thought I'd say THAT with a straight face.

Alex Taylor:
Do you mind if I, uh... I touch your face?

Brad Coleman:
You feeling lonely, Alex?

Alex Taylor:
I just, uh, wanna know what you look like.

Brad Coleman:
Yeah, well, it's like everyone is waiting for me to quit and, I don't know, I like... I like disappointing them, you know?

Brad Coleman:
Back up and kiss yo'self.

Alex Taylor:
Julie, is everyone just standing there, awkwardly staring with their mouths hanging open?

Julie:
Yeah.

Alex Taylor:
We should probably go before they let all the air out of their heads.

Geoff Taylor:
Hey, says here you go to my son's school. Do you know that?

Brad Coleman:
Yeah. I see him around. He's blind, right?

Geoff Taylor:
That explains a lot. Hmm. He's also a really cool kid.

Brad Coleman:
So, is it tough being blind?

Alex Taylor:
Is it tough being you?

Mrs. McVie:
You going to be there, Brad?

Brad Coleman:
I don't know, do you want me to be?

Mrs. McVie:
No.

Brad Coleman:
Then yeah, I'll be there...

Alex Taylor:
My parents are going to the meet. Are yours?

Brad Coleman:
Angus is working.

Alex Taylor:
What does he do?

Brad Coleman:
Lingerie model.

Angus Coleman:
[visiting the Taylor home] Am I having a seizure, or am I smelling chocolate chip cookies?

Angus Coleman:
Now, you two are going to say away from my boys, or I'm gonna make your lives miserable.

Vince Bernard:
[scoffing] I'm gonna tell our dad.

Angus Coleman:
Oh, good. 'Cause I haven't *pounded* on your old man in 20 years.

[last lines]

Alex Taylor:
Hey, Brad.

Brad Coleman:
Alex?

Alex Taylor:
You ever heard of the triathlon?

Brad Coleman:
Well, uh, can you swim? [they out wade into the water]