Coach Long: Bill, if you got a problem with the way I coach, say so.
Dean: Be cool. Be cool.
Bill: I thought instead of a new glove, maybe Dean just needed better instruction.
Coach Long: No. Well, listen, man. This ain't no piano recital. So you stick to the do-re-mi's and I'll stick to the one-two-threes.
Bill: That doesn't even make sense. It just rhymes.
Coach Long: Well, I could say the same thing about your songs.
Bill: Oh, so you raggin' on my music now? Well, I may be a musician, but I still struck you out, let's not forget.
Coach Long: You know what? That was in sixth grade, and I didn't hit my growth spurt yet.
Bill: [chuckles] "Yet."