Hope: Throughout history, those who are truly great, have stepped up. Just like all of you. You give me a smile or a wave. Or sometimes you break the celebrity boundary and come up to me, tell me about where you were on the day I made this country proud. There is a reason I call this town my home. 'Cause you fuckers remind me of who I am. And who I can be. I am... Coach Hope.
Hope: Mountain Dew, large.
Counter Boy: Diet?
Hope: Did I say diet?
Counter Boy: Sorry. Most girls order diet. Okay. That comes to $9.30.
Hope: Oh... no, it doesn't.
Tony: No, no, no. She's on the house. Don't you know who this is?
Hope: You tell him, Tony.
Tony: Check the wall, son.
Hope: Yeah. Check the wall, son.
Counter Boy: You used to be way skinnier.
Hope: Hey, it's me. Guess who the new team coordinator is. Lance The Fucker Tucker.
Hope: The guy who popped my cherry.
Stan: Don't give him that power, honey. Remember, you're a gymnast and your hymen broke without the help of a man.
Hope: Fine. The one who was the first to fuck me. He said he's gonna take Maggie away from me 'cause the little cunt blew her routine.
Stan: No. What? Why did she blow her routine?
Hope: Because she sucks.
Hope: Hey - Yo. Which one of you guys want to buy me a drink?
Cute Guy at Bar: Laughs.
Hope: That's me.
Cute Guy at Bar: That's you?
Cute Guy at Bar: You look nice.
Hope: I still, like, hardly ever get my period. So you don't gotta worry about knocking me up. You could fuck me all raw and shit.
Cute Guy at Bar: Laughs Wow. So, if we buy you a drink.
Hope: Will I let you double team me? Absolutely.
Cute Guy at Bar: Could you just leave us alone?
Hope: No. Get out.
Counter Boy: What?
Hope: No-boy rule. That's it. Get the fuck out. You'll see her in six months. Absence makes the dick grow harder. Maggie, get up here. Get up here, now.
Maggie: Hope, I was just doing what you said.
Hope: You better get ready to stop acting like a loser and start acting like a champion. You better not have gotten any clit jazz on my car.