Brian Piccolo: Hey, Sayers. You know, we're gonna have to stop meetin' like this, my wife's startin' to get suspicious.
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!
Brian Piccolo: I think I - I owe you a beer.
Gale Sayers: I think - I owe you - a lot more than that.
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.
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.
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.
John Baggs Jr.: We love each other.
Maggie Paul: Love is shit with sugar on it.
Tim Lockwood: Son, not every sardine was meant to swim.
Young Flint: I don't understand fishing metaphors, dad!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Who are you?
Mississippi: We met last night.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Last night? When was that?
Mississippi: Well, we are we headed?
Cole: To see a girl.
Mississippi: To see a girl?
Cole: Yes, a girl! Don't you think I could know a girl?
Cole: What kept you?
Mississippi: I was talking to a girl. She said she saw.
Cole: A girl?
Mississippi: Don't you think I can know a girl?
Cole: Don't you know better than to follow a man that way?
Mississippi: Sorry... I didn't know there was another way.
Mississippi: Are you bein' fair?
Cole: How?
Mississippi: Lettin' him go in there?
Cole: Well I'd hate to be the one to try and stop him. They laughed at him, Mississippi. That'll make the difference.
Cole: Now just a minute, son.
Mississippi: I... AM not... your SON. My name is Alan Bourdillion Traherne.
Cole: ...Lord Almighty.
Mississippi: Yeah.
Mississippi: Want me to go with you?
Bull Harris: Yeah, if I get shot you can bring back the food.
Bull Harris: ...might have anyhow if I wasn't tryin' to figure out what that fella's got on his head.
Mississippi: It called a hat.
Bull Harris: Well, I'll have to take your word for it.
Mississippi: Well, I found out one thing.
Cole: What's that?
Mississippi: You know a girl.
Cole: Step down off that horse.
Mississippi: You always giving people orders?
