Bull Meechum: I am Santini, the Great Santini.
Bull Meechum: I come from behind the moon, out of the dark, unannounced.
Bull Meechum: Watch out.
Bull Meechum: I'd like to propose a toast, to my son. He is eighteen today. He has just ordered his first drink. Before he drinks it, I'd like to wish him a long life, a wife as fine as his mother, and a son as fine as he's been. To my son.
Ben Meechum: Would you like to die in action, Dad?
Bull Meechum: It's better than dying of piles.
Coach Spinks: I want us to win and win big. I want us to make our school proud, I want us to make our parents proud, our grandparents proud, our first and second cousins proud, our poontang proud and ourselves proud.
Mary Anne Meechum: I hate this place.
Lillian Meechum: Now sugar, you've got to open yourself to a town. You've been in the corps long enough to know that.
Mary Anne Meechum: I am not in the corps.
Matthew Meechum: Says you.
Bull Meechum: Shut your little yaps! Now here it is sports fans, Beaufort S.C..
Ben Meechum: You know what Toomer? This is terrific. There's a shooting star.
Toomer: There's no star boy. That's the tear of infant Jesus falling on such a sinful, hateful world. This is sure one fine night, isn't it buddy boy?
Ben Meechum: Yep, this is one fine night Toomer.
Mary Anne Meechum: He does remind me someone from the movies, but it's not Rhett Butler.
Karen Meechum: Who's that?
Mary Anne Meechum: Godzilla.
