Remember the Titans Page #4
and you don't get
no blood on my uniform.
Boy, you must be
outside your mind!
We are going to do up-downs
until Blue is no longer
tired and thirsty.
Coach!
There's a fine line
between tough and crazy,
and you're firting
with it.
All right,
get some water.
I'll take that.
Hey, wait
your turn, boy.
Who you calling
a boy, cracker?
Yaah!
Quit it, jerks!
Come on! You're all acting
like a bunch of sissies!
Quit it!
All right, man, listen.
I'm Gerry, you're Julius.
Let's get some particulars
and just get this
over with, all right?
- Particulars?
- Yeah.
No matter what I tell you,
nothing about me.
Listen, I ain't runnin'
any more of these 3-a-days.
What I got to say,
you really don't want to hear
'cause honesty ain't too high
on your people's priority list.
Honesty?
You want honesty?
All right, honestly,
I think you're nothing.
Nothing
but a pure waste
of God-given talent.
You don't listen
to nobody, man.
Not even Doc or Boone!
Shiver push on the line
every time, man.
You blow right past 'em!
Push 'em!
Pull 'em! Do something!
You can't run over
everybody in this league,
and every time you do, you
leave one of your teammates
hanging out to dry--
me in particular!
Why should I give a hoot
about you, huh?
Or anybody else out there?
You want to talk about a waste,
you the captain?
Right.
- Captain's supposed to be
the leader, right?
-Right.
You got a job? You
been doing your job?
I've been doing my job.
Then why don't you tell
your white buddies
to block for Rev better?
'Cause they have not blocked
for him worth a plugged nickel,
and you know it!
Nobody plays!
Your self included!
I'm supposed to wear
my self out for the team?
What team?!
No. No, what
I'm gonna do is,
I'm gonna look out
for myself,
and I'm gonna get mine.
See, man?
That's the worst attitude
I ever heard.
Attitude refects
leadership, Captain.
Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go!
Wake up, gentlemen,
it's late.
It's 3A.M. In the morning.
All right, listen up.
You will follow Doc, myself,
and the other coaches,
we're gonna take a little
run through the woods.
If you get lost
along the way,
don't bother
coming back to camp.
Just hitchhike
your hind parts on home.
Any questions?
Coach, this is a high
school football team.
We're not in
the marines here.
Let's go.
Let's go.
!! Tell me,
where have you been!!
!!My blue-eyed son?!!
!! Where have you been!!
!!My darlin' young one?!!
!!I've stumbled
up on the side!!
!! Of12mistymountains!!
!!I've walked
and I've crawled!!
!! Over6brokenhighways!!
!!But it's hard!!
!!It's hard!!
Oh, no, no.
Shoot!
Come on, baby.
Can't take no rest.
!! Oh, it's hard, girl!!
!!It's a hard rain!!
!!A-gonna fall!!
Any body know
what this place is?
This is Gettysburg.
This is where they fought
the Battle of Gettysburg.
on this field,
fightin' the same fight
that we're still fightin'
amongst ourselves...
today.
was painted red.
Bubbling with the blood
of young boys.
Smoke...
and hot lead pouring
Listen to their souls, men.
''I killed my brother
with malice in my heart. ''
'' Hatred destroyed my family.''
You listen...
and you take a lesson
from the dead.
If we don't come together...
right now,
on this hallowed ground...
then we, too,
will be destroyed.
Just like they were.
I don't care if you
like each other or not,
but you will
respect each other,
and maybe...
I don't know,
maybe we'll...
learn to play this game
like men.
Hut!
Here we go!
All right.
We'll be out here all night,
until we get this thing right.
Let's go.
Let's go,
team, pick it up!
On the ball, Rev.
Come on, everybody.
Get it right!
Ready!
Set!
Whoo!
Check blue!
There it is. Whoo!
Let's go! Hut!
Get him!
Get him! Get him!
What was that, Ray?
Whatever it is,
it ain't blockin'!
Give me a break, Gerry.
You want a break?
I'll give you a break!
Wait a minute,
wait, wait.
Let them handle this.
If we get to Rev once,
just one time,
Is wear to God,
I'm gonna hit you so hard,
by the time you come to,
ooh, boy, you're gonna
need a new haircut.
You understand me? Uhh!
Ha ha ha ha!
Let's play, fellas!
On the ball.
Let's run it again.
Ready!
All right.
Muskrat!
Set! Hut!
Get off me!
Hoo hoo!
You all right,
big Petey?
You all right?
Campbell.
Yeah, I love me
a little contact, Petey!
This is left side!
- Strong side!
- Left side!
- Strong side!
- Left side!
Strong side!
Left side!
- Strong side!
- Left side!
Strong side!
- Aah!
- Aah!
What wins games?
Defense!
- What wins games?
- Defense!
- What wins games?
- Defense!
!!I was once out strolling!!
!! One very hot
summer's day!!
!! When I thought I'd
lay myself down to rest!!
Hey, fellas.
Look at that fruitcake.
Gerry, just keep
your mouth shut
and get back
on that field.
Coach Boone,
I'm Colonel Bass.
I just got transferred here
from Huntington Beach,
California.
This is my son Ronnie,
and he's a quarterback.
How you doing, Ronnie?
This is Coach Yoast.
My pleasure.
We're pretty set at the,
uh, quarterback, Colonel,
but, uh,
if the boy's any good,
you may want to check out
Wilson or Hamilton.
Well, I, uh,
I met Coach Taber.
He won't let
blacks play on his team.
The way I see it,
if these boys can
fight a war together,
they can play
football together.
Now, he's
a pretty good runner.
!!Spill the wine
and take that pearl!!
!!Spill the wine
and take that pearl!!
Yeah, a fruitcake, huh?
I think we can find
a place for your boy.
Mm-hmm.
With one or two conditions.
Hey, Sunshine.
! Sunshine !
Sunshine.
Sunshine.
Hey, man,
all that rubbin'
ain't gonna make
them golden locks
grow back no faster now.
You know that, huh?
! Sunshine,
Sunshine, Sunshine !
Sunshine, huh?
Sunshine.
Yeah.
Choke it up, huh?
That's cool.
I can dig it.
Ooh!
Come on, now.
Don't leave me hangin:
bro. Come on.
Hey, he got
a little soul power.
Look at this man here.
He called me ''bro''!
Hey, but, hey,
I liked him better
with the long hair, bro.
Reminded me
of Bertier's mama.
Ohh!
What? What?
Now, how do you know
what Bertier's mama looks like?
Brother, don't you know
me and Bertier's mama
went out on the town
last night, bro?
What are you say--
Hold up, hold up.
Listen, now, Blue.
Why are you talking about
Bertier's mama like that?
See, now, you
making me angry, man.
Look like I ain't gonna
be able to take your mama
to the prom no more.
hat you laughin' at,
Jerry Buck?
You need to tell your mama
to shave them old legs
of hers, bro.
And, Julius,
when she's done,
maybe your mama
can borrow the razor
and shave that old
nasty back of hers.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, wait, wait.
ou mad because she
lookin' like a wolf man woman.
Hey, hey. Lastik, man,
what happened to you?
Man, I just gave your
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