Dick: Please, God, block the extra point! I promise I'll never ask for anything else! Screw Mary's shut-in grandmother! Just block that kick!

Coach: Hey, I'm the coach.
Sally: Oh, yeah? So you're the idiot who's running this team into the ground.
Coach: That's me. You got a problem with that?
Sally: Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.
Coach: Well, let me tell you what you can do. Take that pretty little body of yours, and march it up to the bleachers, and park it.
Sally: I was just about to say the same thing to you.

Mary: Listen. Can you hear them celebrating?
Dick: Ah, yes. The happy sounds of cars overturning and stores being looted. I love the smell of burning rubber. It smells like victory.
Mary: A sweet victory.
Dick: You know, it's amazing. There we were, thousands of total strangers all pulling together, trying to transfer our collective strength to a tiny group of young men that we didn't even know. We cheered for them, and they won for us. I've never felt such a feeling of joy and camaraderie. The only sad part is that everyone couldn't share it. Someone had to lose. I feel for the Mustang fans.
Mary: Ah, screw 'em.
Dick: You're right.
Both: Badgers rule!
Harry: Okay, lovebirds, party's over. Let's, uh take it inside.
[Dick and Mary stand up and lower their pants]

Nina: Mustangs give you problems. Mustangs give you grief. Mustangs give you trouble, but the badgers got the teeth.
All: We're bad. We're bad. We're bad-gers! We're bad. We're bad. We're bad-gers!
Nina: Not beavers.
Dick: Not hamsters.
Nina: Not gerbils.
All: Not lancers. We're bad. We're bad. We're bad-gers!

Dick: Where are you going?
Tommy: I have glee club practice.
Dick: Glee club?
Tommy: Yeah.
Dick: I see. You've changed your mission. Now you're researching what it's like to be a girl.
Tommy: For your information, glee club is not just for girls.
Harry: Yeah, it's also for geeks and Nancy boys.