Jess: Go get 'em, Coach.
Coach: All right, listen up, you no-talent, idiot babies! Give me that. Give me that. Give me that. Give me that.
Biology Teacher: Oh, thank God. [hands over whistle]
Coach: Bring it in. Come on. All right, now, who is gonna win this match?!
Kids: Coolidge!
Coach: Who's number one?
Kids: Coolidge!
Coach: Let me hear it! Who are we?
Kids: Coolidge!
Rakim: Rakim!
Coach: Really, Rakim? Like I just walked you right up to it, and you're gonna... We're gonna talk.
Rakim: Coolidge!
Coach: Too late, man. It's too late. All right, guys, get out there and make me proud!