Friday Night Lights, Season 2

Tim:
You look good, real good...

Lyla:
Thanks, that's probably because yesterday I was baptized and accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. What did you do recently, Tim?

Tim:
Uh, I had a threeway with the Stratton sisters...

Lyla:
[saying grace at dinner with her mom and her new boyfriend] Thank you Lord for this food that we are about to receive and for your wisdom Lord. I pray that you will guide me and everyone at this table to help respect You and make good choices ... for example to not take advantage of the vulnerability of a recently separated but not yet divorced woman ... and in turn to give others at the table the strength to remember that a mother of three should not be wearing skinny jeans. Amen. [They all release hands] Bon appetit!

Matt:
All I'm saying is, she's my girlfriend right, so she probably shouldn't be staring off at Swedish people like that.

Landry:
Why don't you go punch him in the face?

Matt:
Oh, is that what you would do?

Landry:
In some situations you need to ask yourself, W.W.R.D.? What Would Riggins Do? In this situation?

Matt:
Riggins would not be in this situation 'cause Riggins is captain of the S.S. Ta-Tas over there.

Bill McGregor:
Well, you got a decision to make, Jason. You can come to the games on Friday Nights and be some kind of 'Town Symbol', some kind of mascot; or you can come to Friday night games and you can be a football coach. But you can't be both. They can't be your friends.

Tyra:
Okay, you need to take a deep breath here and calm down. That's all I'm saying.

Landry:
I can take all the deep breaths that I want but that's not going to matter when I'm in the electric chair.

Tyra:
Act like a man then!

Landry:
You mean act like a man.

Tyra:
Yeah.

Landry:
That's real easy for you to say because you're not the one who killed him, are you. You don't have to think about that, you don't have to close your eyes and hear the sound of his skull cracking every time you go to sleep, do you? Don't tell me to act like a man. 'Cause you know what, the thing about this is I would do that again for you in a second because he hurt you and because I'm in love with you, all right. And don't... don't look at me like that, okay. Don't, because you know, you've known forever, it's not some big secret, all right. Let's just, let's not pretend this is some great thing that we did and don't... don't tell me to become a man, all right? Because if that's your definition of a man, then that's extremely sad.

Jason:
Missed you at practice today, Riggs.

Tim:
Well, yeah. Doc told me to rest, so I'm resting.

Jason:
Yeah, did he prescribe a 12 pack, too?

Tim:
No, that was me.

Lyla:
You should try practice without a hangover. I hear it's a entirely different game.

Tim:
Yeah, that's kind of what I'm afraid of.

Coach McGregor:
Come on, Riggins! You have this half-ass, candy-ass, lame-ass, whiskey-breath, dirty-hair attitude! You're gonna wake up in the morning; you're gonna find your career gone! Gone, like a memory, like a postcard, like a bad dream, like a level fair, like a night train! Get those knees up in the air and get that tire up and wear it like a crown! Praise the game of football! That's what I want to see! Show me something! Show me something! That's it! Yeah! You're in it now!

[Riggins drops the tire and passes out]

Coach McGregor:
Get up, Riggins!

Lyla:
[seeing Santiago walking out of the reform school] Hey, if this is your escape plan, it needs work. [drives up next to him] I was just kidding. I heard you got out. Congratulations.

Santiago:
Yeah, I'm on probation now. Congratulations!

Lyla:
[to herself] Okay. [drives to Santiago and opens door to offer him a ride]

Santiago:
What are you tryin' to do?

Lyla:
I-I'm puttin' my money where my mouth is. Come on.

Tim:
[After Jason bails Tim out of jail in Mexico] Sweet, Six. Took you long enough. Now those gals are probably gone.

Jason:
Shut your mouth, Riggins! I should have left you in there all damn night. Sad sorry ass! I'm not supposed to be spending my money on your bail.

Tim:
Yeah, it's my fault we find the only honest cop in Mexico.

Jason:
Shut your ass, Riggins! You know this money's for my surgery. It's not for your damn bail.

Tim:
What's your problem, Six?

Jason:
You know what? I came down here for a reason, all right? I know you think it's stupid, but guess what--it's not. You go ahead and get loaded tonight and catch syphilis from whatever skanky jailbait, random hooker or whore you can find on the street, but I'm going back to the hotel! [wheels himself away]

Tim:
Can you at least buy me a couple of tacos?

Coach McGregor:
What a crock. You don't piss on my shoes and tell me it's raining.

Matt:
I don't think that I can go to the concert.

Julie:
Why can't you go to the concert?

Matt:
Because I'm pissed off at you. I mean, you cheated on me with the Swede and then you wouldn't tell me about it until I pushed you about it and then when that didn't seem to work out you came back to me as if, you know, that would just be okay and you never said you were sorry.

Julie:
I am sorry.

Matt:
That might have worked a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure you'll find somebody else to go to the concert with you.

Coach Taylor:
[to Smash after he insulted Matt] You watch your mouth! What the hell do you think you're doing?

Matt:
He's just doing the same thing you did.

Coach Taylor:
I'm sorry?

Matt:
You just used us as a stepping stone to get to TMU and when that didn't work out you came back thinking we'd be happy to have you. It's kinda like what your daughter did with the Polish, Swedish kid, whatever the hell he is.

Tami:
Wanna fool around?

Coach Taylor:
Do you?

Tami:
Mm-yeah.

Coach Taylor:
I don't sense a true commitment from that.

Landry:
[to the football team] Maybe we're forgetting that we're a lot stronger together than we're ever gonna be alone. I realize that I am not anywhere close to one of the most talented players in this room and I know I've never played one real down of football but, but I know we can - we can either win together or we can lose alone. And I know it sounds stupid but it is an honor just to stand in here with ya'll.

Tim:
Hey, what are you doing?

Lyla:
I'm, leaving, Tim.

Tim:
What do you mean "You're leaving?"

Lyla:
I'm just... I'm going.

Tim:
Why?

Lyla:
Because: You guys just think it is a big joke.

Tim:
I don't think think it's a big joke, Lyla.

Lyla:
Really? All you've done is going to whorehouses and karaoke bars.

Tim:
Yeah, what else do you do in Mexico, Garrity?

Lyla:
You're an idiot. You think this is easy for me? You call me down here to help, and Jason didn't even know I was coming, you have no plan whatsoever...

Tim:
Actually yes, as the matter of fact, I do have a plan. Guess what? It's right here.

Lyla:
Oh really, what's your plan, Tim?

Tim:
Yeah.

Lyla:
A BOOZE CRUISE? THIS is your plan?

Tim:
Yeah, a booze cruise. All inclusive meal, snorkeling, dolphins. Yeah. A booze cruise. I thought it'll be good time to chat to him on the boat. What?

Lyla:
You think that: Way to talk to have a conversation with someone who's about to make the biggest mistake is his life is by taking him on a booze cruise?

Tim:
Yeah, kind of, sort of.

Lyla:
[scoffs and shakes her head]

Tim:
What?

Lyla:
I don't even know what it'd begin to tell you how distorted your view of the world is.

Tim:
I'm distorted, my view's distorted? Really?

Lyla:
Yeah, really, Tim.

Tim:
Alright, that's great. Oh, that's great. I'm not the one...

Lyla:
Really?

Tim:
Yeah, yeah. I may as screwed up as you're saying, and that's fine, go with that. But at least I'm by Jay's side. At least I'm going through WHATEVER it is we're gonna go through together. I'll take him back in a BOX to Texas if I have to, Lyla. You? The second you're suss, you're ready to get on the next plane to Texas. That kind of sucks, for Jay AND for me. You know what? You know I'm right. You just won't admit it. I sin daily and I'm a better Christian than you, Garrity.

Lyla:
Fine, I'll go on your stupid 'booze cruise'. You'd better man up and have a conversation with him. This is an intervention, Tim, and I can't do it by myself.

Tim:
What did I get you last year, Six?

Jason:
Nothing. And I expect nothing from you this year either. The last time you actually gave me something, it was your brother's pool cue, you didn't tell him about it and he threatened to beat me up unless I gave it back to him. [chuckles at the memory] So, I'm gonna try not to get anything from you this year.

Tim:
[amused to see Smash in his house] What's up?

Smash:
Hey look, I want you to come over for dinner tonight. My momma'll cook.

Tim:
[feigns horror] Are you asking me out on a date, Williams?

Jason:
You ever notice that no one ever changes in this town? Nothing ever changes. Everybody goes to the same church or...same job, same restaurants. Everybody goes to the football game on Friday night. It's like this huge fish tank we're all stuck in and you can't find a way out. I'm kinda...I'm stuck. I'm stuck. [...] I'm not here to talk to God, I'm here to talk to you. 'Cause out of everyone I know, you're just about the only one that's changed their life and I admire it and I just wondered how you did it.

Lyla:
You just do it.

Coach Taylor:
Tell you something, coaches and players, they learn from each other. It goes both ways. You lift up everyone around you. A powerful gift earned. I hope I didn't let you down.

Jason:
[grins] No, you didn't let me down, Coach.

Jason:
You can have it all, but you can't have it all at once, so you take your memories where you can get'em. Right, Riggs?

Tim:
Absolutely. Here's to many more memories. Happy birthday, Six.

Coach Taylor:
[Reading Julie's article] Quote: "Athletic director and Panther football coach Eric Taylor had no comment". She asked me through the bathroom door. What am I supposed to do? I was busy!

Buddy:
[as he and Santiago drive around] So you're ready for the game tonight? You may see some playing time tonight, son.

Santiago:
What the hell's the point of all this?

Buddy:
What'd you say, Santiago?

Santiago:
I can't do it.

Buddy:
What?

Santiago:
What do you care if I play, huh? You don't know me. You're not my pops! You don't know nothing about me. You're just some fat white guy who wants to make himself feel good, that's what you are. And I don't need nothing from you, all right? I don't need to work at your car dealership and I sure as hell don't need football!

[Buddy pulls over the car]

Buddy:
Shut that door. Shut the door! I'll tell you what, you want to go back to that cafeteria eating off of plastic with 200 guys going nowhere, you be my guest, son. Now listen to me. Tonight is your night. You have an opportunity to go out there and accept the challenge. You have the opportunity to become part of a team. If you don't do it tonight, then you're never gonna do it in your entire life. Now, I'm goin' to the field. So you get out, be my guest.

Santiago:
I hate you. I hate you.

[Buddy starts driving again]

[(Matt and Carlotta are making out on his bed when his grandmother walks in and Matt covers Carlotta with his sheets]

Grandma Saracen:
Matthew. Did you eat my Snackwells? My Snackwells!

Matt:
Grandma, it's probably late for you to be eating snacks.

Grandma Saracen:
Well, I want you to ask Carlotta if she ate the Snackwells.

Matt:
You want me to ask her now?

Grandma Saracen:
Well, no. In the morning! Getting kinda tired of this.

[Matt uncovers Carlotta's head]

Matt:
You stole my grandma's Snackwells. You probably ate 'em too. First you take the tapioca...

[Carlotta laughs]

Landry:
And I went inside to get the food, and she stayed outside. As soon as I heard what was happening I ran out, I dropped the bag and I ran out. And then I just started hitting him.

Officer:
Stepped in to help your friend, is that it?

Landry:
I wanted to kill him, sir.

Officer:
Yeah but he was actually hurting the girl, right?

Landry:
I picked up a pipe that was on the ground and I ran over and I hit him, I hit him twice on the head as hard as I could.

Julie:
You just gotta let it go sometimes, you just...gotta let people be who they wanna be and just let 'em go make out with whoever they wanna make out in front of whoever they feel like.

Landry:
You don't just give up though. If you really care about something you don't just give up. You do whatever it takes.

Coach Taylor:
[Taylor has Coach Dickies against the wall after locker room fight] Listen to me... if you ever, I mean EVER, touch one of my players again, you will never coach another football game as long as you live, you understand me? And after that, I will kick your old, tired ass six ways from Sunday, Donald. [to Santiago, laughing] Shut up.

Slammin' Sammy:
[Seracen has thrown a wide pass to Riggins, who runs it towards the goal line] Tim Riggins could go all the way!

[Dickies runs onto the field and side-checks Riggins, sending him to the ground]

Slammin' Sammy:
HOLY COW!

Coach Taylor:
[screaming in disbelief] HEY... WHOA!

Coach Dickies:
You see that? YOU SEE THAT! All you gotta do is take him down!

[his assistant tries to restrain him, he shoves him away]

Coach Dickies:
Get offa me! Get offa me! That's all it takes to take somebody down! Ya stick 'em!

[the stadium has fallen silent by this point]

Coach Dickies:
You can say goodbye to playoffs!

[Taylor walks into Dickies' makeshift office in the film room]

Coach Taylor:
Hey can I have a word alone in here, please?

[the assistants leave]

Coach Taylor:
Thank you much. So what the hell was that? Don, what the hell was that?! You know what I think? I think you owe this school an apology, is what I think. And not only that, you owe the players over there an apology, that's what I think!

Coach Dickies:
I got it.

Coach Taylor:
You got what?! What is it you got, Don? What's it all about? I've done everything I can! This school has reached out... it has opened its arms to you!

Coach Dickies:
[quietly] You don't know what I'm going through.

Coach Taylor:
No, I don't know what you're going through. But you know what? For two weeks now, we have done everything we can to help you out over here. I've been puttin' up with two weeks... why don't you share with me!

Coach Dickies:
My wife's got three months to live... and I don't have a game plan for that.

[Taylor is speechless]

Coach Dickies:
I'm not using that as an excuse... please know that. [near tears] I do owe you an apology. You tell Riggins... he's a fine player... and I am deeply sorry for what I've done to him. I don't know what I'm gonna do... not gonna be coaching anytime soon.

Coach Taylor:
I'm very sorry.

Coach Dickies:
Thanks.

Coach Taylor:
I jumped to conclusions. I'm well aware of what happened the other night. I apologize. I was wrong.

Tim Riggins:
It's fine, coach.

Coach Taylor:
No, it's not fine.I couldn't have mishandled it any worse, and I apologize. The last couple weeks have been giving you hell. And not once, have you come to me and complained. And then... Then you got it where you protected my daughter, and you're not letting me think bad of her. And again, you don't say a word. Not a word. And I'll tell you something, not as a coach, but as a father... You realize what an honorable thing that is? That is very honorable.

Tim Riggins:
Thank you, sir.

Coach Taylor:
All right. Rest this weekend.

Tim Riggins:
Will do, coach.

Coach Taylor:
[yelling] You know how many people depend on you to make good decisions? Huh? Do you have any idea? Your grandmother, your friends, your teammates. You better start making them, you better stop being so damn selfish, you hear me?

Matt:
Shut up! Just shut up! You don't care about me, you left me for a better job, your daughter left me for a better guy, Carlotta left me for Guatemala, my dad left me for a damn war. Everybody leaves me. What's wrong with me?

Coach Taylor:
There is nothing wrong with you. There is nothing wrong with you at all.