Hoosiers Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1986
- 114 min
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My name is Norm.
Secondly, your coaching days are over.
Look, mister, there's... two kinds of dumb.
A guy that gets naked and runs out in the
snow and barks at the moon, and, uh...
a guy who does the same thing
in my living room.
The first one don't matter, the second one
you're kinda forced to deal with.
Translate.
That some sort of threat?
I don't know why Cletus
dragged your old bones in here.
He must have owed you something fierce.
The fact is, mister,
you start screwing up this team,
I'll personally hide-strap your ass to a
pine rail and send you up the Monon line.
Leave the ball, will you, George?
Thank you.
Huddle up.
Let's see what kind of hand
I've been dealt here.
Seven players, is that it?
Six, cos I don't really count.
Why is that?
I'm too short and I'm not no good.
I suit up for practice to be a body.
Equipment managing's my trade.
I thought everybody in Indiana
played basketball.
Most do, but not all go out for the team.
We only got 64 boys in the whole school.
It's gonna be a lonely bench. Those of you
who don't know, my name's Norman Dale.
I coached college ball for 10 years,
but it's 12 years since I've blown this.
I'm gonna be learning from you
just like you learn from me.
I'm gonna set up practice
a little differently.
But, as you'll find out,
everything has its reasons.
Basketball is a voluntary activity.
It's not a requirement.
If you don't wanna be on the team,
feel free to leave now.
- Did you hear what I said?
- Me?
- Yes, you.
- I'm just curious to know when we start.
- We start when I say so.
- Would you let me know? I'm tired of...
- All right, out. Right now.
- You're kicking me out?
Yes. Don't come back until you learn
to keep your mouth shut and listen.
You're breakin' my heart.
Come on, Whit, let's fly this chicken coop.
Didn't you say you'd rather be
down at Terhune anyway?
- It's your funeral.
- Let's move, gizzard.
I ain't no gizzard.
Have fun, Coach, trying to win with five...
well, make that four and a half players.
OK, let's get those folding chairs.
Line 'em up right here.
Come on, little man!
- Let's move. Come on, let's move!
- When do we scrimmage?
- We don't scrimmage. No shooting either.
- That ain't no fun!
My practices aren't designed for your
enjoyment. Let's go! Move! Come on!
I've seen you can shoot, but
there's more to the game than shooting!
There's fundamentals and defence.
Come on. Pop. Pop!
Get rid of it. Pop. Get rid of it.
Hot potato, hot potato. Hold it.
Hold it! Hold it.
Let's be clear about what we're after here.
Wipe that smile off your face.
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