“Bertier: [sees Sunshine get out of car with long hair] Hey fellas! Look at that fruitcake!

Coach Yoast: Gerry, just keep your mouth shut and get back on that field!

Colonel William G. Bass: Coach Boone, I'm Colonel Bass. We just got transferred here from Huntington Beach, California. This is my son, Ronnie, he's a quarterback.

Coach Boone: [shakes Sunshine's hand] How you doin' Ronnie?

Colonel William G. Bass: Coach Yoast.

Coach Yoast: [shakes Sunshine's hand as well] My pleasure.

Coach Boone: We're pretty set at the, uh, quarterback Colonel. But if the boy's any good, you might want to check out Wilson or Annandale.

Colonel William G. Bass: Well, 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... [Sunshine throws football towards Gerry, who is standing far away. The football hits Gerry square in the back. He turns around, angrily]

Big Ju: [laughing hysterically] Yeah, a fruitcake, huh?”