Little Giants Page #5

- Come on, that's enough.

- Yeah, coach is right. Break it up.

Shut up, Junior. You're so good

it makes us sick.

Hey, you don't want me to play?

No problemo. I'm out of here.

If it wasn't for him,

we wouldn't even have a team.

If it wasn't for him, maybe you'd stop

drooling and play a little more football.

Yeah, he's right!

Why can't we all play together?

Oh, shut up, dipstick! You're probably

the main reason Spike quit.

Yeah, quit bawling, you big baby.

I can cry if I want. It's a free country.

I can even do this.

Nice kick!

Hey, guys, practice isn't over yet.

Who cares?

What's the use? I am a dipstick.

I'll never get to play.

Hey, kid, you got a second?

We have to get to a banquet in Canton,

where the Hall of Fame is.

And we took a wrong turn somewhere.

Look, we started out here on l-7 east.

We're coming across here.

We went up 104.

We took the 49. Then we were gonna take

shortcuts. We go 10, 12, 48. Hut.

And we have to hit Canton,

and we have to hit it hard.

And I don't know where we are!

Guys?

Now what?

Let's play some ball.

- Steve Emtman.

- Emmitt Smith.

Tim Brown.

- Bruce Smith.

- Emmitt Smith.

Take a shot. Just block me.

Come on. You can do it.

- No way.

- Don't be scared.

Run through me. Run through me.

Come on.

Get the fear out of your eyes!

Let's go! Come on!

Yeah!

All right. All right now. Good job.

Just remember, football's 80%% mental,

40%% physical.

- Right.

- Right.

What?

I wasn't always the biggest.

I wasn't always the fastest.

I wasn't always the smartest.

But I believed within myself...

...that I was a giant.

He pivots, fakes, chucks the big bomb

halfway down the field...

...to our, hopefully,

still wide-open tailback.

I call it the annexation of Puerto Rico.

- Not bad.

- Really?

I kind of stole it from you.

Raiders-Vikings, Super Bowl XI.

Hey, you are a genius.

Thanks. Problem is we don't have

a tailback.

Listen, what if you tried this?

You know what this is called?

Intimidation.

Cool.

Now, tomorrow,

when you go to the game...

...you don't want to be intimidated.

So let me see your game faces.

No, no. You can do better than that.

Let me see your game faces.

Try this.

You're getting it.

That's it, guys. Now come and get me.

- Mind if I ask you something?

- Yeah.

I got kind of a big game coming up.

You got any advice?

- Good luck.

- What, that's it?

- Later.

- See you, Steve. Bye, Emmitt.

- Have a good trip.

- Thanks.

There's no big secret to winning football.

It's doing what these guys do every game.

Just go out and give it your best.

Bottom line, I took a team

to a Super Bowl, and we won.

I even had some guys on that team

that nobody wanted.

But we were a team,

and that's what you guys are.

You're a football team. That's like

a family, except you get to hit each other.

But you have to stick together.

Do that, and you'll be fine.

Thanks, Mr. Madden.

- Thanks, Mr. Madden.

- See you!

Let me tell you people something.

This ain't just a football.

This is your hopes, your dreams,

your ambitions, your soul in a roll.

It's your life.

Tomorrow on that field,

it's do or die. Win or cry!

Go, baby! Go!

Men, tonight when you go home,

I want you to brush your little teeth.

I want you to wash your little faces.

And I want you to dream

of football glory...

...because tomorrow, we're gonna crush

the Little Giants into smithereens.

- What do you say, men?

- Yeah!

Yeah!

- Guess who.

- Who?

- Me.

- Hey, Junior.

Hey, that's disgusting. It looks like they're

trying to swallow each other's heads.

They're doing it all wrong.

You have to move your head dramatic, like

Kevin Costner in Robin Hood. Like this.

No. In movies, they do that

chicken-pecking, mouth half-open thing.

Like this. "Hey, baby."

No.

Check this out. My cousin told me that

her and her boyfriend use their tongues.

- That's disgusting.

- I know. Spit swappers.

- Yeah, kind of like them.

- Tonsil hockey.

You know the only problem

with kissing your own hand is?

What?

- It doesn't kiss back.

- You wanna learn how to kiss?

- I didn't say that. Do you?

- No. I just got that vomit taste.

Hey, we'll have to learn

how sooner or later...

...I mean, if you wanna have kids

and get a job.

- You can have kids without kissing.

- You can't get a job.

Well, I'll become a teacher.

But what if you were forced to?

Wouldn't it be good to learn with a friend?

You know, for scientific purposes.

No way! If I had to learn how to kiss,

and I mean absolutely, positively...

...no way out of it, no matter what, can't

get out of it, I had to learn how to kiss...

Well then, I think I'd want

to learn with...

Let me guess.

- Debbie.

- I don't know.

But if not her, definitely another

cheerleader-type, right?

Maybe. I don't know.

Look, this is really weird.

Hey, Junior.

If I was like a cheerleader,

you'd wanna learn with me.

But you're not. You're different.

You're cool. You're the Icebox.

Come on, you're probably the only girl

I've met that can beat up my dad.

Anyways, I'll see you later.

- Hey.

- Hey, Uncle Kev.

Is Aunt Karen home?

Come on in, buddy.

Oh, no, you don't. You can't.

This team has come too far

to be shot down on a lousy call.

Watch the grabbing, zebra.

They're giving him the business.

What? You're throwing me out?

I'll throw you out.

I'll throw your mother out.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hey.

- Bye, Dad.

- Hang on. What do you got, a victory cake?

- Half that team's allergic to chocolate.

- It's not a cake.

You can't sneak away

without telling me what it is.

It's nothing.

Okay. If my little fullback

wants to surprise me...

...that's all right with me.

Little fullback?

Your little fullback?

That's all I am to you, isn't it?

Your little fullback.

Your ticket to beating Kevin

and winning the game.

Becky, what's wrong?

What's wrong? Everything's wrong.

Do you know what Mom used to call me?

Her little princess.

When she tucked me in she'd go,

"Good night, little princess."

Then she'd kiss me on my cheeks.

Then she'd pull the covers all around me.

And you remember that?

Yeah.

She wouldn't let me play football.

She wouldn't call me

her little fullback either.

Becky, look, Mom's not here anymore.

She left us.

- She quit.

- No!

She didn't quit. She just found

a better team.

I'm not playing tomorrow.

This was your idea. This game was the

most important thing in the world to you.

No, Dad, this game means everything

in the world to you.

Come on, Dad. Throw it in here.

Come on, fellas. Tomorrow's the big one.

Don't let me down.

You want intimidation?

I'll show you intimidation.

I'll be back in a few days.

Be good.

- You get a good night's sleep.

- Don't think about football.

I won't, Daddy.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven. Eight.

I want to pump you up.

Good night, Urbania. And a special

good luck to all tomorrow's players.

Well, hello again, everybody.

This is Cliff Parson,

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