Schmidt: Where you going, Coach?
Doug: He's paddling to heaven, 'cause he's already dead.
Coach: Don't say that!
Doug: Spread your wings, little angel.
Captain Jane Nortis: Douglas that's a little too much.
Coach: Oh, my God! Stroke! Stroke! Ah, there's two of these! How do you do two of these?
Doug: Okay. You're safe. You're okay.
Coach: Stroke! Stroke!
Doug: You're okay! You're okay, you're okay, you're okay. [Coach gasping, sobbing] Shh. [sings] Amazing grace...
Coach: I'm not afraid of boats.
Doug: How sweet. No one's afraid. The sound.
Coach: Okay, I'm good.
Doug: You're good?
Coach: [screams]