Diane: Oh, isn't that the way with children? Delightful melding of their innocence and your wisdom. Yes, we teach them, but they leave their impression on us. [a bespectacled boy grabs Dianne's rear] Whoa! Deviant.
Coach: Forget that, Diane. I can handle this. I got a way of communicating with kids. All right, everybody file out, except you, Specs. Let's go. Move it, move it.
Diane: [to Sam] Okay, okay, maybe this thing will be a good experience for him, huh? Yeah, he's standing a little taller, there's a light in his eye. He's like a whole new person.
Coach: Specs, you get only one chance to make a mistake on this team. Go home and tell your mother you're a flop.
Diane: A whole new person I dislike intensely.
Sam: Hey, Coach, you're gonna kick him off the team just for that one little incident?
Coach: Not that's not the only reason. He's leading the league in errors. The only thing he's had his hands on all week is Diane's keister.