Orlando JonesQuotes

Clifford Franklin: I ran it just like you said! You just underthrew me!

Eddie Martel: This isn't a track meet, asshole, you have to look for the ball!

Franklin: You better back off, man.

Martel: You-!

Jimmy McGinty: [To Martel] Hey, hey! I'll pull you off the field, you spoiled little punk.

Martel: And who do you think O'Neill's going to side with: some burned out old coach, or somebody who puts fans in the stands?

McGinty: [Starts to approach Martel] You sonofabitch...

Leo Pilachowski: Hey, what do you think you're doing?! We got a game to play!

Martel: Nobody can beat Dallas with these losers!

Shane Falco: [enters locker room] I can.

Martell: Hi Falco, it's great to see ya, now get the hell out of MY LOCKER ROOM!

Falco: Coach?

McGinty: What the hell took you so long?

Falco: [players cheer him on] Traffic.

McGinty: Suit up!

Martell: [To McGinty] What?! O'Neil will fire your ass!

McGinty: It won't be the first time!

Martell: [heads for the locker room exit] This is bullshit. I'm going to put an end to this right now.

Nigel Gruff: [Pulling his shirt off, spitting into his right hand, and faces Martell] Come and get some then! You big fairy!

Martell: [chuckles at Nigel but the grin disappears as the whole team moves to surround him.; points two fingers at him; [w:Superbowl|Super Bowl] This doesn't change anything, Falco. I'm an All-Pro quarterback. I've got TWO ] rings! And you'll never be more than a replacement player.

Falco: [looks at McGinty; team applauds] Yeah... yeah, I can live with that.

Franklin: [refers to Martell] My brothers, will somebody please, PLEASE get this asshole out of here?

Shane Falco: Quicksand.

Clifford Franklin: Oh, shit, Shane! Hey, quicksand's a scary mother, man. I mean, first of all, they suck you right in, and even if you scream, you get all that muck in your mouth–

Coach McGinty: That's not what he meant, Franklin.

Franklin: What?

McGinty: That's not what he meant.

Franklin: Well, what're you talking about there, coach?

McGinty: Well, why don't you ask him.

Franklin: [Turns to Falco] Hey, what's up, Shane?

Falco: [everybody stays silent] You're playing and you think everything is going fine. Then one thing goes wrong. And then another. And another. You try to fight back, but the harder you fight, the deeper you sink, until you can't move... you can't breathe... because you're in over your head. Like quicksand.

Action Jackson: That's deep shit, Shane. That's some deep shit!

McGinty: Anything else you're afraid of?

Franklin: ...Going back to the mini-mart.

Jumbo Fumiko: Shipping yard.

Walter Cochran: The auto plant.

Earl Wilkinson: [pointedly] Prison.

McGinty: [players cheer] Yeah, all right. The truth is you guys have been given something that every athlete dreams of... A second chance. And you're afraid of blowing it. We all are, but now our fear is shared, and we can overcome it together. Let's lose that fear this Sunday and put it into San Diego!

Sean: Dr. Lee, got a sec?

Dr. Lee: Sure.

Devon: Hey, what's up, Dr. Lee?

Dr. Lee: Mr. Miles.

Devon: Well, I was wondering - actually we were wondering - if you needed any entrance cadences for the Classic. Not that I'm trying to get back on the line or anything, I just want you to check em out.

Dr. Lee: Oh... let me see.

Devon: Yeah, but my man Sean here had the structure on lock.

Sean: But the snare part, all the sticking... that's the kid.

Dr. Lee: What, you two a couple now?

Devon: You got an old-school feel to it, but sometimes you're gonna have to take it back.

Dr. Lee: It's not a bad idea... not a bad idea at all.

Sean: Dr. Lee... Dr. Lee, just wanted to catch you before rehearsals. I was thinking, that instead of promoting a P2 to replace Devon, we could just keep the snare line at nine.

Dr. Lee: And how long have you been thinking that?

Sean: Just this morning.

Dr. Lee: Are you sure?

Dr. Lee: I thought maybe it was the day you showed us all he couldn't read, or was it the night that he took your solo, I don't know. But since you heard him play, you decided that the line or perhaps maybe, just you, would be better off without him. Remember when I first made you section leader?

Dr. Lee: You were sweating bullets wondering how you could lead this loud, passionate group of your peers. And I said you would be fine. You know why?

Sean: You said I loved the sound of the line more than the sound of my own drum.

Dr. Lee: Yes. And you lost sight of that. And that's okay cause we all lose sight of things. But if you don't get it together, Mr. Taylor, you're gonna have a difficult time leading the Senate whether Devon is on it or not.

President Wagner: Dr. Lee, do you want to explain why Devon is not on the field?

Dr. Lee: No, really.

President Wagner: Well, let me rephrase. I want my boy on the field now.

Dr. Lee: There are some issues preventing that.

President Wagner: No, the only issue, is for you to give me the same show like you did the last game or there won't be a program next year.

Dr. Lee: You lied in your application, you lied at the audition where you play the required piece, and you lied to me.

Devon: I didn't think it was that big a deal.

Dr. Lee: [hands some sheet music to Devon] Play that. That's the music for next week's game and you can't read it. And as far as I'm concerned, that's a very big deal. I'm enrolling you in an applied percussion course.

Devon: But that gives me five classes!

Dr. Lee: Damn right it gives you five classes, it oughta be ten. Especially if you plan on getting back on the line anytime soon.

Devon: What do you mean, "get back on the line"?

Dr. Lee: I mean now, you're a P4. If you cannot read music, you cannot be on my field.

Devon: But you can't take me off the line, I'm the best drummer you've got! And can't no class teach me how to do me?

Dr. Lee: Excuse me?

Devon: Doing me is what got me down here in the first place.

Dr. Lee: No, lying... is what got you down here. And if you don't have the honor and discipline to learn your craft, then quite frankly Devon, you don't deserve to be here.

Dr. Lee: What was that? What did we rehearse? Why... do we rehearse? You're out there showboating for five minutes. If I wasn't able to signal a drum major to wrap you up, you'd still be out there beating your damn drum!

Sean: Dr. Lee, sir, maybe there's an explanation. Devon...

Dr. Lee: Do I look like I need you to explain anything to me right now?

Sean: No, sir.

Dr. Lee: I don't know what the beef is, but you better grill it up and eat it. Because it is my ass that is on the line.

President Wagner: [arrives; shakes Devon's hand] Now that is a new beginning. That's exactly what I'm talking about. Great job, son. You are something. You are something special.

Devon: Thank you, sir.

President Wagner: [band cheers] Great job, all of you. Now let's see Morris Brown top that! Some alumni wanna speak with you. There they are. Don't keep them waiting. New beginning! NEW BEGINNING!

Dr. Lee: Sean, I want you to polish the drums tonight. And I'd better be able to see myself in the silver.

Sean: Yes sir.

Devon: I left the polisher on the bottom shelf, B.

Dr. Lee: Good morning.

The Band: Good morning.

Dr. Lee: [[John Coltrane|Coltrane; [Miles Davis; [Stevie Wonder; [w:Earth, Wind, & Fire|Earth, Wind, and Fire] Good morning to music. Good morning and welcome to Atlanta A&T University marching band training. The next two weeks will be your introduction and possibly induction into a great marching band legacy. If you are here, it's because you believe in musicianship. If you are here it's because you believe in ], ], ], and the elements known as ]. If you are here, it's because you have a fervent, unequivocal belief in teamwork.

Dr. Lee: [points at Ernest] And if you wish to remain here, you better start believing in being on time. You...who's your roommate?

Ernest: Uh, Devon... Miles, sir.

Dr. Lee: [looks at Devon, walks off the platform, and approaches him] Eyes front!

Devon: Hey, what's up, Dr. Lee?

Dr. Lee: It's all good, Mr. Miles, glad to have you here.

Devon: Thank you, sir.

Dr. Lee: Why was he late?

Devon: I, um... guess he overslept.

Dr. Lee: Well, why didn't you wake him?

Devon: I'm not his mother, sir.

Dr. Lee: I asked Mr. Miles why his roommate was late, he says he guesses he overslept. I asked, "Why didn't you wake him?" and he says he is not his mother. Section leaders, what is our concept?

Section Leaders: One band, one sound!

Dr. Lee: One band, one sound. When one of us is late, we are all late. When one of us looks or sounds bad, we all look and sound bad. So what's the concept?

The Band: One band, one sound.

Dr. Lee: Now I want ten laps from those who are not their roommates mama.

Dr. Lee: Mr. Miles, I guess you didn't like the required piece as written.

Devon: [leaves] Naw, I just thought I'd add a little somethin somethin on the end.

Sean: He can play. We all know that, but his attitude is messed up. Now I put three years into building this line. In chemistry's grading, I don't wanna jeopardize that.

Dr. Lee: [a car horn makes one long blast to indicate that Devon is a P1] Your line seems to think otherwise.

Dr. Lee: The radio is off now. It’s time for some real music.

Dr. Lee: People say that the band is just a reflection of its director.

Dr. Lee: [looks at Devon and Sean; band cheers] We're gonna try something a little different this year. A little of my old school... with a little of your new. Honoring the past, and present at the same time. That's what our new direction is all about... bridging the gap. Our new piece for the B.E.T. Big Southern Classic... was arranged by two of your very own... Mr. Devon Miles, and Mr. Sean Taylor. This piece is very complicated, and is not half as complicated as the formations are gonna be. We don't have any time to waste here people, so as you would say... let's get crunk.