Coach George Halas: All I can promise you is a fair shot. Because you're gonna have a lot of company. Jon Arnett. Ralph Kurt. Brian Piccolo. There's gonna be plenty - there's gonna be plenty crowded out there.
Gale Sayers: Well, a fair shot is all I want. I can't ask for more than that.
Brian Piccolo: Did you get a chance to talk to Linda today?
Gale Sayers: No, why?
Brian Piccolo: Well, I thought you might have heard. Joy's expecting again.
Gale Sayers: Hey, THAT'S GREAT!
Brian Piccolo: Yeah, we think so. You know, if it's a boy, we'd kind of like to name it after you!
Gale Sayers: NO KIDDING?
Brian Piccolo: Yeah! It's got a real nice ring to it... SPADE PICCOLO!
J.C. Caroline: Hold it down. Hey! Some of you cats that pulled in today, haven't had a chance to hear what's gonna be expected of you. So, hold it down - and let me talk. Now, you new guys are gonna get a playbook tomorrow. It's like the Bible.
Brian Piccolo: I think I - I owe you a beer.
Gale Sayers: I think - I owe you - a lot more than that.
Coach George Halas: Last season is history. You're gonna run and hit and hurt and run some more. Alright, now, let's go!
Brian Piccolo: It's all so pointless, Gale. I mean, I know perfectly well what's wrong with me. Gale, I uh... I think I'm pregnant.
Coach George Halas: Come in, Gale. Close the door. We just got a call from the hospital. Brian Piccolo has cancer.
Surgeon: Mr. Piccolo, we're gonna put you to sleep now.
Brian Piccolo: That - could be the - worst choice of words I've ever heard in my life.
Brian Piccolo: Hey, Gale, when you - when you run, do you think about what you're doin' or you just do it?
Gale Sayers: I just do it!
Brian Piccolo: Yeah, well, start thinkin' about it, will ya? I wanna play some too.
Brian Piccolo: Hey, rookies gotta stick together.
Narrator: Ernest Hemingway once said Every true story ends in death. Well, this is a true story.
Brian Piccolo: Well, on uh, Fake Draw Screen Right I uh, pick up the linebacker if he's comin, 'less of course it's Butkus, then I simply notify the quarterback to send for a priest.
Abe Gibron: Sayers, you ought to tell your Italian buddy to load up on the pasta.
Gale Sayers: Maybe he just wants to be quicker, Gibron.
Abe Gibron: Ten pounds lighter, a half a second slower in the forty yard sprint. It ain't workin'.
Coach George Halas: Come on, Brian, hit that hole. Hit it! What's wrong with you Piccolo?
Brian Piccolo: Hey, Sayers. You know, we're gonna have to stop meetin' like this, my wife's startin' to get suspicious.
Abe Gibron: Piccolo, you bone-headed spaghetti eater, that was Fake Draw Screen Right. What the hell do you do on Fake Draw Screen Right?
