For reasons that baffle me still, my high school sports coaches put me in the first division of the rugby, cricket, and soccer teams.
You know, a lot of those angry sort of Southern man characters that I've been doing are based on different people I might've had as, like, a soccer coach or as a teacher.
When it comes to hockey, it's been in my blood since I was 3 or 4 years old. I love coaching the kids, especially at that level.
If you're asking me where my heart and where I'm happy is, I love playing with Tom Brady. I love being coached by Bill Belichick.
As a player, I was fortunate to work with coaching and medical staffs that underscored the importance of utilizing injury prevention exercises, which contributed to my healthy and long playing career.
I'm involved in some action scenes, so they'll train me for that. I'll be working with my acting coach to prepare for my character.
You can be a top, top player for 10, 20 years, then you become a coach, lose two or three games and you're out.
I never worked with a dialogue coach before, but I'd hate it if an American did a British accent and didn't do it well. It would be insulting.
Coaches who can outline plays on a black board are a dime a dozen. The ones who win get inside their player and motivate.
I am no fun at all. In fact, I am anti-fun. Not as in anti-violence, but as in anti-matter. I am not so much against fun - although I suppose I kind of am - as I am the opposite of fun. I suck the fun out of a room. Or perhaps I'm just a different ki...
Everett Flatch: [Shooter is coaching the team at a critical moment after Coach Dale was ejected] You think #22's gonna take their last shot, Dad? Wilbur 'Shooter' Flatch: Yeah, probably... they been pickin' low all night. Rade, let yourself get taken...
this is her body this is her blood
Shrunken Head: Mind your head!
If you are heading for 60, people will flirt with you; if you are heading for 70, they won't.
That's what it's come to, Miller thought, rubbing a hand across his chin. Pogroms after all. Cut off just a hundred more heads, just a thousand more heads, just ten thousand more heads, and then we'll be free.
Fiery 1: Hey! Hey! Her head don't come off! Sarah: Of course it doesn't! Fiery 2: Hey, lady! Where are you going with a head like that? Fiery 3: Hey, man! I know what we can do! Take off her head! Ha-ha!
[Mr. Potato Head rearranges his facial features crazily] Mr. Potato Head: Hey, Hamm. Look, I'm Picasso! Hamm: I don't get it. Mr. Potato Head: You uncultured swine! What're you lookin' at, ya hockey puck?
Every head has its own kind of headache.
Better to be an ant's head than a lion's tail.
When an ant gets wings, it loses its head.
Better the head of a village than the tail of a town.
