Remember the Titans Page #3

Football's fun.

Fun, sir. It's fun?

- Yes.

- You sure?

I think--

Now you're thinking'.

First you smile,

then you thinking'.

You think football

is still fun?

Uh, yes.

Sir.

- Yes--no, sir.

- No?

It was fun.

Not anymore, though,

is it?

Not right now.

It's not fun anymore.

Not even a little bit.

Uh...no.

Make up your mind.

Think since you're thinking.

Go on, think.

Is it fun?

- No, sir.

- No?

Absolutely not?

Zero fun, sir.

All right, listen up.

I'm Coach Boone.

I'm gonna tell you all

about how much ''fun''

you're gonna have

this season.

We leave for camp,

Gettysburg College,

August 1 5th, 7:
29 A.M.

If you report at 7::30,

you will not be playing

football this season,

you will be watching.

You will wear

a jacket, shirt, and tie.

If you don't have one,

buy one.

Can't afford one,

borrow one from your old man.

If you don't

have an old man,

then find a drunk,

trade him for his.

'Cause I guarantee you

there isn't a bum on the street

that looks as raggedy

and ridiculous

as what I'm looking at

right now.

This is no democracy.

It is a dictatorship.

I am the law.

If you survive camp,

you will be on the team.

If you survive.

Check 'em in, Coach.

Checkin' 'em in.

I'm Coach Hinds,

your offensive line coach.

Yell out your name and position

starting from the right.

Petey Jones,

running back.

The running back, y'all.

Whatever, Petey.

Get out here!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Jerry Harris, quarterback.

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah, Rev!

Rev?

It's just

a nickname.

And who in the name

of heaven might you be?

Louie Lastik,

offensive lineman.

Naval family, just moved

here from Bayonne.

Someone said football,

so I come runnin'.

What's goin' on,

everybody?

With him calling the shots,

ain't none of us

gonna see nothin'

but the bench this year.

He ain't calling

the shots. You'll play.

You have just disrupted

my first team meeting

in an unacceptable

fashion.

This is my team now.

Either you're with that

or you're not.

I'm here, ain't I?

Let's talk football.

Let's talk football.

I run the defense--

As a part of

my team strategy.

Now, I have never seen

an assistant coach's name

in the newspaper

for losing a game.

I want a job

for Coach Tyrell.

He's been with me

for 1 0 years.

I won't leave him

out in the cold.

You don't get me

without him.

You're overcooking

my grits, Coach.

All right. I will

allow Coach Tyrell

to coach

the special team,

but I will have

my eye on him.

And you.

Good morning, good morning,

Coaches, how are you?

Good morning

to you.

Looks good today,

doesn't it?

Just wanted to let you know

what the offense is doing.

Awful skinny play book,

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