- Jason Street: [to Lyla] Stop! My legs are never gonna get better... ever.
- Lyla Garrity: But there are cases, lots of cases...
- Jason Street: And those cases aren't me. All right? I don't even have full use of my hands. I'll be lucky if I get that back. All right, I can't even put my own shoes on and off. How can you not see that? What the hell is wrong with you?
- Lyla Garrity: I'm just trying to help you.
- Jason Street: Yeah, well, you're not helping. You wanna help then stop pretending that everything is okay.
- Lyla Garrity: Why are you getting so mad?
- Jason Street: Because every night when I go to sleep, I dream that I can walk again. And every morning, I wake up, and I have to accept it all over again. And then you walk in here, all smiles and acting like nothing's wrong and it's killing me! So get this through your head. My life as we knew it: over.
- Lyla Garrity: Don't say that, Jason.
- Jason Street: Football: over. Notre Dame, going pro, all that: gone. You and me? We're not getting married. So, I need you to do something for me, all right? Get out
- [shouting]
- Jason Street: Get out! Don't just look at me, go!
- Lyla Garrity: I'll be back tomorrow for when they transfer you to the rehab facility.
- Eric Taylor: Execution! Where the hell's the execution out there? Huh? My God, we ought to be beating these bums by 40 points! Riggins, you're supposed to be one of the toughest guys in the district. They are handing your ass to you, son! You better get your head in the game. Smash... north, south, north, south. You want to dance with these boys out there; you invite them to the prom.
- Tyra Collette: [to Tim] You know, you're such a big tough guy. You can't even go see Jason in the hospital. I mean, damn it, Tim, grow a set, why don't you. 'Cause we both know that's what this is all about.
- Tim Riggins: Hey, Tyra. How's Smash? Was he good? Did you have a nice time?
- Tyra Collette: Nothing happened. Not really. Besides, don't pretend like you haven't slept with half the Rally Girls.
- Tim Riggins: We sure do have something special here, Tyra.
- Tyra Collette: Yeah, you know maybe you're right. Maybe I am wasting my time 'cause you are just another mediocre football player who's gonna grow up to drink himself to death. Maybe we should just end this right now.
- Tim Riggins: See you around then.
- Tyra Collette: I am serious, Tim. Are you listening to me? If I get in that car right now, I'm never coming back. Do you understand?
- Tim Riggins: I get it.
- Tyra Collette: That's it? We're breaking up for real and that's all you have to say. That was great.
- Eric Taylor: [to his team] Wind sprints, up and down the hill. Let's go. Let's go.
- [whistle blows]
- Eric Taylor: If you think you're champions because you wear the Panther uniform, you're wrong! If you think you're champions because they give you a piece of pie at the diner, you're wrong! Champions don't complain! Champions don't give up! Let's go Coach. Send 'em out.
- [whistle blows]
- Eric Taylor: Champions don't give up! Champions don't complain! Champions give 200%. You're not champions until you've earned it!
- Eric Taylor: Saracen. That was a good game.
- [looks at the rest of the team]
- Eric Taylor: But not good enough. Not nearly good enough!
- Lyla Garrity: Tim? Hey. Uh, we're having a prayer meeting for Jason this afternoon. You wanna come?
- Tim Riggins: What are we going to pray for, Lyla? A new spine for Jay?
- Lyla Garrity: Tim, I know you don't do anything you don't want to do and I guess that's fine, but don't insult me.
- Pam Garrity: Lyla, are you sure this isn't all just too much? I mean, you're at the hospital every day.
- Lyla Garrity: You'd do it for Dad, wouldn't you?
- Pam Garrity: Well, yeah, but he's my husband.
- Lyla Garrity: Well, I'm marrying Jason someday.
- Pam Garrity: Honey, you need to accept the reality of the situation. I mean, this is a terrible thing that has happened and maybe you should talk to someone.
- Lyla Garrity: He's coming back from this, okay. He just is. That's all there is to it. He needs me right now.