Coach: Because a friend of yours is dropping by this afternoon, and I kind of promised, you know, I'd keep you here.
Sam: Oh, hey, great! One of my old buds? I smell high times coming.
Coach: Well, actually it's one of your old girlfriends.
Sam: Ooh, better still. Hope it's one of the wild ones, Coach. But then again, they were all wild, weren't they?
Coach: Well, no, they weren't all wild.
Carla: Hold it right there, Coach! If you are talking about the- [rips off Coach's clip-on tie] If you are talking about the stick, I'm going to pull your lower lip up over your head like a cabbage leaf.