Coach Taylor: I gotta tell y'all something. I'm pissed at these boys from Arnett Mead. I know you're pissed, too. Let's get one thing straight, right now. This ends here. There's not gonna be any retaliation. There's gonna be no getting back. Rivalry week ends now. Tell you what we are gonna do, we're going to take this energy that we have and we're gonna take this anger that we have and we're gonna use it to kick their ass where it counts, on the field. Is that understood?
Team: Yes, sir.
Coach Taylor: Who are we?
Team: Dillon Panthers
Coach Taylor: Who are we?
Team: (louder) Dillon Panthers!!
Coach Taylor: All right, let's have a good practice now.
Smash: Hey, who changed my tune? (to Voodoo) Hey, Doo Doo. What the hell you think you're doing, man?
Voodoo: Seriously son, you gotta climb some trees, brother. Touch something. (lightly taps Smash on the cheek)
Smash: You ever touch me again, I will break your fingers.
Voodoo: (chuckles and walks away)
Lyla (to Tim): Hey, we need to talk. (pulls Tim into an empty classroom) I've been having these feelings. Like a flood of feelings.
Tim: Me, too
Lyla: For Jason, Tim. What, what happened with us came from all these feelings about Jason and what he's going through. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense. Do you understand?
Tim: Yeah.
Lyla: What I'm saying is, I don't feel anything for you, okay. That wasn't even me that night. That was--I don't even know who that was, but it will never happen again. No one can ever know about it and it meant nothing. Do you understand me, Tim?
Tim: Yeah.
Lyla: I hate myself for the other night. I just hope I don't go straight to hell. I really do.
Coach Taylor: I think I told that kid to get our daughter in the backseat of a car.

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