Barry: Where do you want me, Coach?
Coach Mellor: The bench.
Barry: But if I'm on the bench, how could I be your star player?
Coach Mellor: Well, it's like this, Goldberg. You know when you gaze into the dark night sky and you see all those shimmering stars? I got a secret for you. They're not alone. There are a bunch of weak, crappy stars right behind them on God's great space bench, shining their dim, pointless light. Think about it.
Barry: I thought about it, Coach, and I don't want to be on the space bench. Please, I'm a star!