Coach Taylor: You look out here lately, looks like we're playing the damn Super Bowl.
Coach Mac: Well, they're excited about it.
Coach Taylor: Well, I'm glad they're excited. I wish they were excited about winning as they are about making a buck.
Vikings Coach: Furthermore, my boys could kick your boys' butts in an ice skating rink wearing nothing but socks if they had to. (Coach Taylor slowly starts to smile) So let me tell ya, if you want to go ahead and play on, on, on this field. Butch up, Sally, 'cause you got a game.
Landry: Tyra, is that you? What are you doing here?
Tyra: Nothing. Just wishing I could build a time machine and go back and shoot whoever it is that invented Algebra, that's for sure.
Landry: Well, see that's kind of a Catch-22 though because in order to invent that time machine, you may need to use Algebra.
Tami: Where would people park?
Coach Taylor: I don't know.
Tami: And how would you put lights in here?
Coach Taylor: I don't know that either.
Tami: Where would people pee?
Coach Taylor: Well, I don't know, they can use cups for all I care. I-I don't know.
Landry: Tyra, I'm so sorry, my car... what are you doing out here? What are you doing?
Tyra: He tried to rape me. (crying and hugging Landry)