North Dallas Forty (1979) Poster

John Matuszak: O. W. Shaddock

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  • O. W. Shaddock : Every time I call it a game, you call it a business, and every time I call it business, you call it a game.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Maxwell : Jo Bob, you know who that is? That's Alcie Weeks, baby.

    Joe Bob : He's ugly.

    Maxwell : He's the ugliest man I ever seen, and I don't want none of his ugly rubbing off on my pretty face.

    Joe Bob : All right.

    Maxwell : I want you to knock his cock in his watch pocket, Jo Bob.

    Joe Bob : All right.

    Maxwell : I want him walking on his elbows in the morning, Jo Bob.

    Joe Bob : He will.

    Maxwell : What are you gonna do to him, Jo Bob?

    O. W. Shaddock : Come on, eat him up. That's right, eat him up. All night long. All night long, Jo Bob, you'll be eating his stuff right up, just like white on rice.

  • 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!

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