Coach Oleski: How can we be losing to a team that hasn't won a game in three years?!
Malcolm: [inner monologue] Maybe because you're a complete moron! You know I can shoot! Why won't you put me in?!
Coach Oleski: For God's sake, that's it. Time-out! All right, everybody up, come on! All right, you yo-yos. Do you want to know why we can't beat this team?
Malcolm: [inner monologue] Because you're not letting anyone shoot! We're just passing the ball back and forth!
Coach Oleski: Nobody on this team has any heart. Not a man. You know, when the Allies first hit the beach at Iwo Jima, they didn't have better weapons than the Germans. They had something more than firepower.
Malcolm: [inner monologue] Have you completely lost your mind?! Put me in! Let me shoot... [distorted] the ball!
Coach Oleski: Not one of you has been able to forget about the water in your boots, or the sand in your mess kit long enough to focus on the success of the entire unit!
Malcolm: [inner monologue; distorted] Tell him to shut up and put you in. Tell him, tell him!
Coach Oleski: Malcolm... do you think you can follow my game plan?
Malcolm: [inner monologue; distorted] No, because you're a freakin' idiot. I hate you. I want to kill you and dance on your shallow grave. That's my game plan. [Malcolm nods]
Coach Oleski: All right, get in there.
Malcolm: [spits blood] Thanks.