George: Okay, Wayne, we got the ball back, what do you want to do?
Coach Wilkins: Kill myself.
George: Come on, buddy, help me out here.
Coach Wilkins: I can't, George. I just can't.

Pastor Rob: Coach Wilkins invited me to pray with the kids before the game.
George: Oh. And... why?
Coach Wilkins: Can't hurt to have a little extra help from the big man upstairs.

Coach Wilkins: What you got there, Mary?
Mary: Oh, I made some snacks for the team.
George: Oh, did you bring anything for the coaches?
Mary: Just a little sugar.
George: Ooh. [they kiss] [chuckles] So, we over the jet lag?
Mary: I think so.
Coach Wilkins: Okay, now I'm gonna puke.
George: Grow up.

Coach Wilkins: All right, what's going on?
George: We were babysitting the granddaughter. I'm worried Mary's got a little baby fever.
Principal Petersen: You tell her about Russ?
George: 'Course I told her about Russ.
Principal Petersen: Poor bastard's shuffling around like a zombie.
Coach Wilkins: [laughs] And Russ is in shape. [chuckles] You can't go around chasing after a baby.
George: Hey, I'll have you know I got up off the floor all by myself today.
Coach Wilkins: Of course you did.

Principal Petersen: Just because she's having fun with your grandkid doesn't mean she wants more babies.
George: I don't know. She's definitely brought it up before.
Principal Petersen: Oh, boy. There's gonna be a new zombie in town.
Coach Wilkins: Chunky zombie. [Wilkins and Petersen laugh]