North Dallas Forty (1979)

Charles Durning: Coach Johnson

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• Coach Johnson : This is national TV. So don't pick your noses or scratch your nuts.

• Coach Johnson : [interrupting the pre-game team prayer]  Take off your fuckin' hat! Go ahead, Father.

• Coach Johnson : [shouting]  Five minutes!

  O. W. Shaddock : How long, coach?

  Coach Johnson : Five mi... fuck you!

• Coach Johnson : "The rewards to his warriors are many. The rewards to the losers, disgrace. Some say winning's not everything, that competition has a limited place."But if that cowardly slogan is true, why did God name this the human - race?"

  Phil Elliott : Good question.

  O. W. Shaddock : Hey, Coach? Is it alright if me and Jo Bob have a couple copies of that poem?

  Jo Bob : Yeah, we'd appreciate that Coach Johnson.

  O. W. Shaddock : That has to be one of the most inspiring poems i've ever heard.

  Art Hartman : Yeah, I'd like one, too, Coach.

• Coach Johnson : Douglas! The reason we drafted you was because they said you were fast and smart. At this point, I'd be delighted if you'd be at least one of those things!

• O. W. Shaddock : We work harder than anybody to win. But, man, when we're dead tired in the fourth quarter, winning's got to mean more than just money.

  Coach Johnson : You were hired to do a job!

  O. W. Shaddock : Job? Job? I don't want no fucking job! I wanna play football, you asshole! I want some feelings! I want some fucking team spirit!

  Coach Johnson : This ain't no High School.

• O. W. Shaddock : You and B.A. and all the rest of you coaches are chickenshit cocksuckers. No feeling for the game at all, man. You'll win, but it'll just be numbers on a scoreboard. Numbers, that's all you care about. Fuck, man, that's not enough for me.

  Coach Johnson : I don't have to listen to this.

  O. W. Shaddock : Oh, yes, you fucking do! You got to listen to me for once! All you coaches are chickenshit cocksuckers! You're all chickenshit cocksuckers! God damn you!

  Phil Elliott : Far out.

• Coach Johnson : The difference between winning and losing is about this much

  [holds his fingers about one inch apart] 

  Coach Johnson : ...

  Maxwell : That's the same size as his pecker!

• Coach Johnson : If you moved any slower, you'd be going backwards!

• Coach Johnson : I want you guys to study the Chicago team tendencies. If you ain't ready by Monday night, they're gonna run down your throats and out your assholes.

• Coach Johnson : Come on, you guys! Stop playing grab-ass and get ready!

• Monsignor : [pre-game prayer with the team]  Dear Lord, I ask your blessing on these brave boys as they venture out to battle.

  Coach Johnson : Take off your fucking hats! Sorry, Monsignor.

  Monsignor : We ask not for victory, not for glory, not for fame. We ask only for the preservation of our bodies and of our minds. Bless also the entire Hunter family who have so unselfishly given us everything we need for victory, except our efforts in the spirit of sportsmanship, with thy guidance, thy kingdom, power, and glory for evermore. Amen.

  O. W. Shaddock : Amen. Let's go kill those cocksuckers!