Rudy Page #6
- PG
- Year:
- 1993
- 114 min
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Send the volley cheer on high
Shake down the thunder from the sky
What tho the odds be great or small
Old Notre Dame will win over all
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to victory
Onward to victory
Sloppy!
Run it again.
Sloppy, for chrissake!
38 counter.
The back missed the hole.
He's gotta go to the outside.
You all right, man?
Come on, get up.
- Get in the huddle.
- Ruettiger!
Ruettiger, get out.
I can do it, coach!
- Ready?
- Let's go, fellas.
What are you doing?
Don't treat me like your kid brother.
I'm playing defense for Purdue.
You ain't here to be no nanny
in no kindergarten!
- Now, go play ball.
- Hit me, man.
Red 40!
Red 40!
Keep your ass down.
So on Eagle,
do I go on "set" or "2"?
You gotta go on "set."
You gotta pick the man up.
On Eagle Slant, do I let him slide
or do I pick him up too?
Hey, little buddy! Hold up, man.
I'm not talking to you.
You keep going.
I'm sorry about
what happened at practice today.
Don't be sorry.
If you don't cool it out there,
you'll get yourself killed.
If I cool it, I won't be helping you
get ready for the games. Got it?
I got it.
He's just a showboat, man.
That's all he's about.
He's just doing his job, Jamie.
Can it.
Go Irish!
Go Irish!
- Let's go. Come on.
- Come on, here we go.
What are you doing, huh?
Break it up!
Get off me!
Come on, Ruettiger!
Break it up, I said. And cool down.
You brown-nosed suck-ass!
You suck ass!
What's your problem, O'Hare?
Last practice and this a**hole
thinks it's the Super Bowl.
You just summed up
your entire sorry career here...
...in one sentence!
If you had a tenth of Ruettiger's heart,
you'd have made all-American.
As it is, you just went
from third team to prep team.
Go on, get out of here.
Get me another tailback.
- Huddle!
- Let's run it.
Come on, let's rock some ass.
- Huddle!
- Let's go. Defense, come on out.
Rudy, I want you to ice this
twice more in your room tonight.
We'll see you tomorrow.
Keep that pack on that shoulder
for at least 15 more minutes.
Hey, Jim.
Your bullshit out there makes us
look bad, so dial it down a notch.
Dial it down?
Everybody's sick and tired of hearing,
"Put out more like Ruettiger."
What do you get out of
getting your head kicked in?
It's not worth it, you know?
You gotta be in at least one play
during a game...
...to officially be part of this team.
The only uniform you'll put on is
that grungy thing you've been wearing.
If you hate it so much,
why don't you just quit?
I can't.
Why not?
If I quit, my father
won't pay my tuition.
Is that why you're here?
I'm under the delusion that I might
get a chance to run out that tunnel.
Does he think I'm lying to him?
Nobody said nothing about lying.
I have to get pictures taken
of practice to prove I'm on the team?
I believe you.
What happened to my face?
Where did I get these?
- So you're a glorified waterboy.
- Oh, you just don't get it.
If you are on that team, my opinion
of Notre Dame just hit the shits.
Leave him alone.
There's no "if."
I wear a uniform, I block and tackle.
You just don't understand.
Actually, it's simple.
Every Saturday when we turn on
the TV to watch...
...we see players wearing the blue
and gold. We just don't see you.
You will.
- What?
- You will. Now shoot.
Just shoot.
Coach, Rudy Ruettiger's
here to see you.
Send him in.
This won't take long, coach.
First, I'd like to thank you for
the opportunity of being on the team.
I never thought I'd be saying this...
...but it's been a pleasure.
Now what can I do for you?
Well, one of the many things
that I've learned this year...
...is that no matter how hard I try,
I'll never get above the prep team.
I've accepted that God made some
people football players, but not me.
I wish God would put your heart
in some of my players' bodies.
My father loves Notre Dame football
more than anything else in the world.
He doesn't believe I'm on the team...
...because he can't see me
during the games.
Next year, my senior year, I'd love
to be able to give him this gift:
I'd really appreciate it if you'd
let me dress one game next season.
Look, Rudy...
...the NCAA really hamstrings us
with this 60 rule.
In some positions
we only have one backup.
You know every year we're competing
for the national championship.
Is this just for your father?
No, it's for everybody who told me
that it would be impossible.
It's for my brothers...
...the kids in my high school,
the guys I work with at the mill.
They can't come to practice
and see that I am part of the team.
Okay.
You deserve it. You'll dress
for one game next season.
Thank you, coach.
Yes!
I don't know which game yet,
but it'll definitely be next season.
I'm sure.
I guess they'll tell me
a few days before the game.
Look, just be ready, okay?
Thanks, Dad.
All right, bye.
V-l-C-T-O-R-Y
V-l-C-T-O-R-Y
Victory, victory, that's our cry
Gipper. Hey, Gipper!
Goddamn Miami law school beckons.
Miami!
I had to go.
What's wrong with you?
Look.
Ara quit?
I'll be goddamned.
Who's the new coach?
- Dan Devine from the Green Bay Packers.
- Wow...
I'm sure Ara's gonna let him know
about his promise to let you dress.
Come on, let's take a walk.
When are you leaving?
- In about six minutes.
- Really?
The spring semester starts
in two weeks.
We've had a hell of a goddamn...
We've had a hell of a goddamn run,
haven't we?
Yeah, we have.
You let me know when you dress.
I'll fly out for that.
There's no way I can thank you
for everything you've done.
You already have.
You remember Elza, right?
- Hi.
- Good to see you again.
She's my girl now.
She's coming with me.
- Isn't that goddamn something?
- Dennis.
I forgot. I'm not allowed
to say "goddamn" no more.
What's a lapsed Catholic to do?
- We should get going.
- Yeah.
I'll see you next fall, right?
Thanks for everything.
- You take care of him.
- We're going.
Don't I know you?
Ruettiger, get your ass back out here!
Touchdown!
Sorry, man.
Sorry, man.
It just ain't right.
No, it's not.
- Where are you going?
- I quit.
- Wait up.
- The hell with Devine, with Yonto!
Wait up. In two years,
you haven't missed one practice.
And now you just quit?
- That's what I said.
- I don't want you to quit.
What the hell is it to you?
You're one of the reasons
I stayed on this last year.
Well, I'm sorry.
You're sorry?
You're full of crap!
Everything you did and
everything you said is bullshit!
Tell Jake to make sure
the top's ready.
We'll check with the weather service
by 5, and we'll make a decision then.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What you doing here?
Don't you have practice?
Not anymore. I quit.
Well, since when are you
the quitting kind?
I don't see the point anymore.
So you didn't make the dress list.
There are greater tragedies
in the world.
I wanted to run out of
that tunnel for my dad.
To prove to everyone...
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