Bear Bryant:
[Skeet tiptoes around a tackler]
What the hell is that? Some kind of dance they do in Lufkin? We don't skate here, we hit!
[Grabs Skeet by his pads]
Bear Bryant:
Son, it's gettin' pretty clear to me that you want the fame without the sweat. Not on this team! The next time I catch you waving your press clippings at a tackler, you can pack your act back to East Texas.
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