Diane: Coach, come here. I'm a daughter myself, right? Let me tell you something about my father. My father is a very wise and learned man, but he never gave himself a chance to really get to know the boys I brought home. He would decide that he didn't like them for no better reason than one of them had bad posture or another one had facial hair. I'll never forget when I was foolish enough to bring home a utopian socialist.
Sam: Oh, my God!
Carla: Oh, no!
Diane: I know, it's unbelievable. I was a rebel then. The point I'm trying to make is, you mustn't make the mistake of judging Roy too quickly.
Diane: Now, call me crazy-
All: You are crazy.
Diane: Very funny. What I am struggling to say is, call me a bleeding heart-
All: You're a bleeding heart.
Diane: Call me cute as a button. [silence] Fine. Coach, I'm a humanist. That means that I have to believe there's something fine and noble about every human being. And if we haven't found what's fine and noble about Roy yet, it means that we haven't looked deeply enough.