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Whitney: Blue 32! Hut! Hut! Ugh!

Crowd: Aahhh!

Coach Walt: Whitney, get over here! Refresh my memory. Didn't I just send a pass play in there?

Whitney: The rain was comin' down so hard-I couldn't see if Donner was open so I figured I-

Coach Walt: Hey, what does it say on my jacket?

Whitney: "Coach."

Coach Walt: That's right! Coach! Football is not a democracy, and you will do as I say because I know what's best for you! Now look, son, we have run this play a hundred times in practice. You don't have to see Donner to know where he is. Just throw it to him. I want you to go out there and run the same play, and I want you to win this game for us, okay? Go ahead.

Whitney: Blue 32! Hut! Yeah!

Football Players: Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Yeah! Whoo! Yeah!

Coach Walt: All right bring it up! Bring it up! Bring it up! All right, listen up. There is another team eating crow tonight, gentlemen!

Football Players: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Coach Walt: I don't have to tell you how important next Friday night's game is.

Whitney: Yeah, not only is it gonna get us in the state championship, but it'll be Coach Walt's 200th min!

Football Players: Coach Walt! Coach Walt! Coach Walt! Coach Walt! Coach Walt! Coach Walt!

Coach Walt: Mmm. Ahhh. Come on in. Principal Kwan...what brings you to this sweatbox?

Principal Kwan: We've got a problem, Coach.

Coach Walt: Cheating, huh-my boys?

Principal Kwan: Seven of them, on their math midterm. Which means they're ineligible for next Friday's game.

Coach Walt: Well, just keep it quiet for a couple of weeks, and, uh, we'll deal with it in the off-season.

Principal Kwan: I'm not sweeping a major academic breach under the carpet so you can win a game.

Coach Walt: You've been here, what, six months? I've been here twenty five years. We're not talking about just a game. We're talking about my legacy.

Coach Walt: Damn!

Clark: "Football: Sport or Abuse?"

Chloe: So, what do you think?

Clark: I think you need to seriously decrease your Cappuccino dependency.

Chloe: Pete thinks I'm being too hard on Coach Walt.

Pete: The man coached my dad, all my brothers. He used to come over and watch the Super Bowl.

Chloe: Now, while I'm touched by that Hallmark moment, you don't get points for subtlety in journalism. I've already started getting hate mail.

Clark: You seem very happy about that. Why? 

Chloe: Because it means I'm hitting a nerve. Besides, between the abysmal sentence structure and generous use of obscenities, I've got a pretty good idea of who's been sending it.

Pete: If you think my teammates are reading the Torch, you're giving them way too much credit.

Lana: Don't you even care about this?

Whitney: I don't see what the big deal is.

Lana: You don't think it's a big deal? I think it's a big deal.

Chloe: Whoo! There's something you don't see every day-a pompom meltdown. Ooh, ooh, here they come! Pete, I need a picture of the cheating jockstraps.

Coach Walt: I don't want to hear any rumors going around, any false accusations...

Clark: Any idea how they got that midterm, Chloe?

Chloe: It's still a mystery, but I'm working on it.

Football Player: Hey, what's she doin'?

Pete: Ooh, nice catch!

Chloe: One of your teammates attempts to assassinate me, and all you say is nice catch"?

Pete: I thought you wanted to hit a nerve?

Football Player: Uhh!

Coach Walt: You all right?

Clark: Thanks!

Coach Walt: So why aren't you on our team?

Clark: My dad needs me on the farm.

Coach Walt: Well, your school needs you on the field. We got a big game on Friday night. We're short players. Look, look, I-I know your dad would understand.

Clark: He's kind of stubborn.

Coach Walt: Yeah, I remember. Jonathan Kent was one of the best athletes I ever coached. A lot of God-given talent. It's in your genes, Kent.

Clark: Actually, I'm adopted.

Coach Walt: Look, I am giving you a chance to be a part of something special a part of history. Now, I've seen you stare at your father's picture in that trophy case. Don't tell me you don't want to be a part of this. Why don t you suit up? Look at Ross here. He doesn't have a lick of natural talent, but he's got a truckload of heart.

Pete: Thanks, I-I guess.

Clark: Let me think about it.

Coach Walt: Fordman, get over here.

Lana: Hi, Clark.

Coach Walt: Fordman, you're the team captain. How do you think Kent here would do on the field? I mean, considering our current predicament?

Whitney: He might do all right.

Coach Walt: Hmm... He seems afraid though.

Lana: That's not the reason, is it, Clark?

Clark: It's my dad.

Coach Walt: Kent, there comes a time when you gotta step out of your father s shadow and be your own man. Now what do you say? You ready to be your own man?

Clark: Count me in.

Coach Walt: Good. I will see you at practice today-three o'clock. Don't be late.

Pete: Hey, Clark... Hey, um, remind me what your dad said last time you asked him to play.

Clark: He said no.

Pete: He said no. That's what I thought. Call me when the hurting's done. Okay?

Whitney: So, we okay?

Lana: This isn't about us.

Whitney: The guys made a mistake. I don't see what the big deal is.

Lana: Whitney, they cheated. I don't see how you can support that.

Whitney: Because they're my friends, and they used to be yours. Do you want to tell me what's really going on here?

Lana: It's just that things I thought I knew for sure don't seem so certain anymore.

Whitney: I don't understand.

Lana: I know how much you love football, and you're great at it, and I support you. I want to find something that I'm great at.  

Jonathan: Uh, wait a minute. What do you mean you had to say yes?

Clark: Coach Walt sort of didn't give me a choice.

Jonathan: Let me guess. Did he give you the "be your own man" speech, right?

Jonathan: Well, Walt's been giving that speech for 25 years- same one. Believe me, I know. What you gotta do is go there tomorrow and tell him you can't play.

Clark: Dad, please don't make me do that.

Jonathan: Son, I'm sorry. We've already had this conversation.

Clark: It's never been a conversation. I can be careful, and you don't trust me.

Jonathan: Of course I trust you, Clark, but, uh-

Clark: But what? I'm old enough to make my own decisions.

Jonathan: When you're out on the field, and million things can happen that can affect your judgment. I mean, if you get angry, even for just a second, or you, uh, you try to impress some girl with a fancy move, somebody could get seriously hurt out there. You were meant for much more important things than winning football games.

Clark: I'm sick of being punished because I have these gifts. Most parents would be happy if their son could be star of the football team.

Jonathan: Son... I'm happy when you wake up in the morning. I don't need to live vicariously through your achievements.

Clark: Why would you? You got to play.

Jonathan: I'm not signing a permission slip, Clark.

Clark: You don't have to. I'm playing football, and you can't stop me.          

Lex: Well, if it isn't the three wise men. Hello, Dominic.

Dominic: I'm assuming you're running late because you've been at a fencing lesson, or have you taken up polo again?

Lex: I'm not running late. I canceled this meeting, if you recall.

Dominic: And your father insisted that we drive down here and keep it.

Lex: Mmm, and when he barks, you jump.

Dominic: Have you seen the quarterly numbers?

Lex: Yes, I have. We're twenty percent below projections.

Dominic: And your father wants you to take drastic action.

Lex: I plan to.

Dominic: Good. Then I can inform him that you'll be cutting your workforce?

Lex: On the contrary, you can inform him I plan on increasing my workforce.

Dominic: By how much?

Lex: Twenty percent.

Dominic: Lex, I've always enjoyed your unique sense of humor, but you can't be serious.

Lex: You gotta spend money to make money, Dominic. If we increase productivity and marketing while our competitors retreat, when the sector bounces back...we'll corner the market.

Dominic: Your father sent you to Smallville to turn the plant around!

Lex: My father sent me to Smallville because he'd rather surround himself with drones than people who challenge his archaic business practices.

Dominic: I'll be certain to tell him that.

Lex: Please do. Now, this meeting is adjourned.        

Lex: By the way, Dominic... Tell your sister I said "Hi".

Nell: Lana, you're home early. Did they cancel cheerleading practice?

Lana: Sort of. I quit.

Nell: You just decided this out of the blue?

Lana: Some of the football players were caught cheating-guys I know. When I told Whitney how upset it made me, he said it was no big deal, that people aren't perfect. I thought, "Why am I doing this, wearing a fake smile and stupid outfit for people who will do anything to win a game?

Nell: Well, you can't let a couple of bad apples spoil the experience. You re part of a team. You're making friends.

Lana: Aunt Nell, I don't want to go back. I want to try different things. What's wrong with that?

Nell: Nothing. It's just that you're on a good track. I want you to be happy What are you gonna do with this newfound freedom?

Lana: I thought I'd get a job. Something part-time. Earn some extra money so I can go travel in the summer.

Clark: Have you seen Lana?

Pete: No, but there's your dad.

Clark: Dad. I'm glad you're here. It means a lot to me.

Jonathan: I still don't support your decision, Clark. I'm here to see that no one gets hurt.

Coach Walt: Kent, get in there at tailback.

Whitney: Blue 32! Hut! Hut! Hut!

Coach Walt: Kent! Quit lookin' in the stands! Your dad's not coachin' this team-I am! Now I didn't bring you out here to be a tackling dummy! Get angry! Kick some butt! All right, guys. Same play.

Football Player: Oh, yeah, we got him.

Whitney: Blue 32! Blue 32! Hut! Hut!

Coach Walt: Aahhh... How's my favorite football fan?

Principal Kwan: Coach, one of the players accused of cheating has come forward and said you supplied them with the tests.

Coach Walt: Oh? And what boy told you that little piece of fiction?

Principal Kwan: I'm not at liberty to say.

Coach Walt: But I'm guessing you already went to the school board and asked them to suspend me.

Principal Kwan: You have a lot of friends in high places.

Coach Walt: I should have. I coached most of them. You don't understand-I'm an institution. Who'd you think the school board was going to believe-some cheating little brat who's just trying to cover his own ass, or the man who s been leading this school to victory for 25 years?

Principal Kwan: They may not believe one, but if I can get all of them to step forward, the board will have no choice. They'll suspend you from coaching for the rest of your life.

Coach Walt: You will not bring me down!

Principal Kwan: What the hell's going on here, Coach?

Coach Walt: Who the hell does he think he is? 

Pete: Where'd your dad go?

Clark: He, uh, kind of had to get back to the farm. Go get help!

Martha: Okay, thanks. Bye-bye. Principal Kwan's gonna be in the hospital till over the weekend.

Clark: Is he gonna be all right?

Martha: He's got some burns and suffered smoke inhalation, but he's gonna be okay.

Jonathan: Anybody see you, son?

Clark: Nobody saw me, Dad! I told the paramedics that I wrapped my hands in my jacket when I pulled him out.

Martha: Lucky you were there.

Clark: Well, I kind of missed my ride.

Jonathan: Look, I saw you play, all right? Now, you could have easily hurt any one of those boys.

Clark: But the point is, I didn't. Look, why are we even having this conversation? He's never gonna believe me. By the way, Coach gave me your old position. You're looking at the starting tailback for this Friday's game

Clark: Don't everyone congratulate me at once.

Jonathan: How did he get to be so stubborn?

Martha: Gee, I don't know.

Jonathan: Hey, wait a minute-I was not like that when I was his age.

Martha: no, you were the obedient son who always obeyed his father and didn't run away one summer and try out for the Metropolis Sharks.

Jonathan: Since when did you go and join the other side?

Martha: Jonathan, Clark hasn't been able to do anything normal his whole life-no playgroups, no little league-all because we were afraid he might hurt somebody. He's a teenager now. Let's give him a shot.

Jonathan: His gifts come with responsibilities.

Martha: This isn't about his gifts, it's about his judgment. You're telling Clark that you don't believe in him.

Jonathan: Of course, I believe in him. W-what if he makes a mistake... and somebody suspects the truth? I do not want anyone coming on this farm and taking our son away from us.

Martha: Well, if we don't start trusting him, nobody's gonna have to take him away. He's gonna leave all by himself.

Chloe: You guys, it doesn't make sense. Cars don't just spontaneously combust.

Clark: the cops said it was faulty wiring.

Chloe: I've already got my headline: "Jockstrap Save Principal From Burning Car."

Pete: Will you lay off the "jockstraps" thing?

Chloe: I still can't believe Clark's been blinded by the Friday night lights.

Clark: I joined the football team, not a cult.

Chloe: Yeah, next I'm gonna be joining the pompom brigade.

Lana: I hear there's a spot open.

Lana: Taking your order, I hope.

Chloe: W-what is this? Some sort of cheerleading charity, like "be a waitress for a night" sort of thing?

Lana: Yes, it is, except for the cheerleading and charity parts, and tips are always appreciated.

Clark: So you're a waitress for real?

Lana: Even got the perky name tag to prove it.

Pete: First day.

Lana: Ever.

Clark: Where's your necklace?

Lana: Strict dress code-no jewelry and no open-toes shoes.

Clark: You look very...waitress-like.

Lana: Now, if I could only tell the difference between a half-caf decaf and a non-fat latte.

Chloe: In that case, I'll have a regular coffee.

Pete: Hey, times three.

Clark: Uh, Lana, you forgot this.

Lana: Thanks, that's been happening a lot today.

Clark: First days are always rough. So, you just quit cheerleading?

Lana: You sound surprised.

Clark: Well, Its not like you broke any state laws or anything, but I am. You always seemed so happy doing it.

Lana: My mom was a cheerleader, so was my aunt. I figured it was time to break the vicious cycle.

Clark: What did, uh, Whitney say?

Lana: You're his team-mate now. Why don't you ask him?

Clark: You know, it's amazing. The same day I make the team you quit the squad. I was just hoping we'd see more of each other.

Lana: I have four shifts a week. You can stop by anytime you like.

Head Waitress: Lana...table 3 has been waiting for their drinks for 5 minutes. If they go cold, it's coming out of your tips.

Lana: Right, Sorry.

Head Waitress: Don't be sorry, just be faster.

Chloe: Clark Kent is a football player and Lana Lang is a waitress.

Pete: What's the matter with that?

Chloe: Nothing. I just wanna click my heels and get back to reality.

Trevor: Coach needs to see us on the field right now.

Chloe: What's up with your fallen brethren?

Pete: I don't know.

Chloe: I'll see you tomorrow.

Clark: Chloe?

Coach Walt: Congratulations. I've never seen a group of young men demonstrate such extraordinary stupidity. Now, which one of you talked? Huh? No one here told Kwan that I supplied you with the test?

Trevor: Coach, no college is even going to look at us with cheating on our record.

Coach Walt: So it was you, huh, Trevor? Now why doesn't that surprise me?

Football Players: Whoa! Oh, whoa! No way!

Coach Walt: Nothing-nothing-is gonna stand between me and my legacy! Now, you go home, and you keep your mouths shut! Understand?

Football Players: Yes...

Lionel: Congratulations, Lex. You made the business page for once.

Lex: I told Dominic I was doing this two days ago.

Lionel: Yes, and my drone dutifully reported it to me. I just didn't think you'd be stupid enough to implement it.

Lex: if you had a problem, why didn't you pick up the phone and call me?

Lionel: We have a reporting structure. Just because you're my son, don't expect any special treatment.

Lex: Believe me, I never have.

Lionel: That wounded-pride routine may have worked for your mother, but don t try it with me. You know perfectly well how I feel about you.

Lex: Hence, I'm at a crap factory in Smallville.

Lionel: Lex... Did you know Caesars would send their sons to the furthermost corners of the empire so they could get an appreciation of how the world works?

Lex: Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dad.

Lionel: All right. Here is how I propose we solve our...impasse. We'll fence for it. If you win, I'll let you pursue your plan. If I win you fire twenty percent of your workforce. The question you have to ask yourself, Lex, is.. are you good enough to take your old man?

Lionel: Look at your moves, Lex They're rash, no thought to their consequences.

Lex: If I wanted a running commentary, I'd buy one of your books on tape.

Lionel: You know what your problem is?

Lex: Enlighten me.

Lionel: You're ruled by your emotions. You always have been. And that can be a fatal flaw. I want those workers gone by noon tomorrow. Meeting adjourned.

Martha: Heading out to the pep rally?

Clark: How do I look?

Martha: As handsome as your father.

Clark: You don't have to do this, Mom.

Martha: Do what?

Clark: Play Kent family peacekeeper.

Martha: Well, if the Kent men weren't so stubborn, I wouldn't have to.

Clark: So you're taking Dad's side?

Martha: No, Clark, I'm not I told him he's being unreasonable.

Clark: Thanks,

Martha: Well, I'm not saying you're entirely innocent here, either. If you want to make your own decision, you need to be prepared to live with your mistakes.

Clark: You trust me, don't you?

Martha: I want to, Clark. So does your dad. Just...give him a chance.

Chloe: I want to know if Coach Walt supplied the players with the tests. Look, you can talk to me now or later. Either way, this picture's going to be on the font page of tomorrow's Torch.

Trevor: Just leave me alone.

Trevor: Aahhh!

Coach Walt: Talking to the school newspaper, Trevor? I thought you were brighter than that.

Trevor: Coach! I didn't say anything, you gotta believe me! She was at the field last night! She's got a picture of us in the sprinklers!

Coach Walt: All right. Go home. I'll take care of this.

Trevor: Damn.

Cheerleaders: Come on, Crows. Let's go!

Pete: Hey, have you seen Chloe?

Clark: No.

Pete: Hmm.

Cheerleaders: Come on, Crows. Let's go! Come on, Crows. Let's go.

Chloe: Clark! Oh God!

Chloe: Oh my God!

Clark: Chloe! Chloe! You okay?

Chloe: Clark!

Clark: The Torch torched. How's that for dramatic irony? Just...trying to get you to smile.

Chloe: This is more than just arson, Clark. It's like the fire knew what I was doing.

Clark: And you believe Coach Walt was somehow controlling it?

Chloe: Look at the facts. Principal Kwan launches an investigation into the cheating scandal; Coach Walt tries to fry him in his car. Then one of his players comes forward and he threatens them all with pyrotechnic sprinklers. I am about to print that picture and the Torch goes up in flames.

Clark: What, now you think he's behind the cheating scandal!? Come on, Chloe.

Chloe: Coach obsessed with winning his 200th game helps bonehead players pass the test so he can secure his position in the pantheon of high school sports.

Chloe: No, it's kind of hard to recover the files.

Clark: You don't have any proof.

Chloe: Trevor Chapell.

Clark: What about him?

Chloe: I'm sure he's the one who talked to Kwan about the cheating. He wants to talk. I know it. But he's still scared to talk to me. But I think he might open up to you.

Lex: Lana! What happened? Did Nell put you out on the street?

Lana: I decided to join the workforce.

Lex: Good for you. I'm sure you'll be employee of the month in no time.

Lex: Closes the file he was studying.

Lana: Right now, I hold the record for most dishes broken in a single day.

Lex: Better bring my cappuccino in a Styrofoam cup, then.

Lana: Well, if it isn't Smallville's latest football star. Lex looks up in the background.

Clark: Let's see how I do tomorrow night. Hey, have you seen Trevor tonight?

Lana: no, he hasn't been in.

Clark: How are things going here?

Lana: Today is one of those days I just want to scream.

Clark: Well, for what it's worth, I think it's cool you got this job.

Lana: For what it's worth, I'm sorry I'm not gonna get to see you play tomorrow. New girl gets the worst shifts. So, can I get you anything?

Clark: Uh, maybe a cup of coffee.

Lana: Coming right up.

Clark: Thanks.

Lex: Rumor has it Clark Kent joined the football team.

Clark: Rumor's true.

Lex: Congratulations. Your dad must be thrilled.

Clark: Actually, he freaked out. Told me I couldn't play. I'm surprised with my dad. I mean, he claims I should make my own decisions, but then when I do he shuts me down.

Lex: Ah, and you're out late, waiting for him to go to bed so you could avoid the uncomfortable silence that greets you when you get home.

Clark: How did you know?

Lex: Luthors wrote the book on uncomfortable silences.

Clark: What are you working on?

Lex: Trying to figure out which poor bastard should get the ax. My father wants me to cut twenty percent of my workforce.

Clark: Any way around it?

Lex: Once my father's made his mind up, he's not easy to turn around.

Lana: If it makes you guys feel any better, you should have seen the look on my aunt's face when I took this job-not that I was eavesdropping or anything

Clark: I guess we're all in the same boat.

Lex: No, no. You both stood your ground and are doing what you want. I caved. You two have inspired me.

Clark: Oh yeah-joining the football team and pouring some coffee. We're a couple of real rebels.

Lana: Long live the revolution.

Lex: Cheers.

Lana: How is it.

Lex: It's perfect.

Lana: Okay.

Clark: Is that what you ordered?

Lex: Not even close.

Clark: Trevor. It's Clark Kent. I'm here to talk.

Trevor: Just leave or he'll come back.

Clark: Coach Walt?

Trevor: Once he gets angry, he's...

Clark: What did he do to you?

Trevor: Coach rides me pretty hard, you know? Me and some of the others. Thinks he's our father or something. That's how he justifies it, anyway. Once when I dropped a pass, he drove me home, punched me in the gut, told me not to do it again.

Clark: Why didn't you tell anyone?

Trevor: Coach said he'd throw me off the team! Wouldn't help me pass my classes.

Clark: Did he give you that math midterm? Trevor, I can help.                       

Trevor: That's what Principal Kwan said! Look what coach did to him!

Clark: What happened to your arm?

Trevor: It's nothing. It's a carburetor burn. It's nothing!

Clark: Let me see it, Trevor. Clark unwraps the gauze from Trevor's forearm. We see that Trevor has a burn mark, in the shape of a person's hand.

Trevor: I don't know how Coach did it. But if I talk, he's gonna fry me.

Coach Walt: Kent. Why aren't you in the locker room suiting up?

Clark: I'm not walking out on that field...and neither are you.

Coach Walt: Look, I don't know what the hell your problem is, but you do not want to tick me off right now.

Clark: I saw what you did to Trevor's arm.

Coach Walt: Trevor should have kept his mouth shut! What's the matter, Kent? A little too hot for you, huh? You'll excuse me now. I got a game to win.

Chloe: Hi, Mrs. Kent! Hi, Mr. Kent!

Martha: Smallville's resident cynic have a change of heart?

Chloe: Well, I decided to put my personal politics aside to support my friends.

Martha: Yes, we're trying the same philosophy.

Jonathan: Where's Clark?

Chloe: I don't know. I was supposed to meet him before the game, but he didn t show. I thought he was with you guys.

Jonathan: Hey, Pete! Pete...

Pete: Hey.

Jonathan: Have you seen Clark?

Pete: No, I haven't seen him all day.

Coach Walt: Jonathan, you know the rules. No parents on the sidelines.

Jonathan: I'm looking for Clark. Coach: Join the club. I need him out here. I guess he doesn't have what it takes to be a winner, huh?

Jonathan: Nobody's seen him.

Chloe: I think the coach is lying.

Jonathan: What's going on here, Chloe? All right, I'll check the locker room you check the school.

Coach Walt: I'll be back in five.

Asst. Coach: Walt, we're in the middle of a game-

Coach Walt: Just call the damn plays!

Jonathan: Clark! Clark? Jonathan spies the sauna and the broken glass. He looks through the window, seeing Clark.

Jonathan: Clark! Clark! Clark! Can you hear me? Are you all right?

Clark: It's the meteor rocks.

Jonathan: Come on. Come on. Aahhh!

Clark: Coach, you need help.

Coach Walt: What I need is to win this game!

Clark: It's too late for that.

Coach Walt: How did you do that?

Clark: It's in the genes. Give it up, Coach! You've lost! 

Coach Walt: No-o-o-o-o-o!

Lex: Two trips in one week. I'm flattered, Dad.

Lionel: What is this?

Lex: It's my new proposal. I worked out how to cut the operation budget by twenty percent without losing a single job.

Lionel: Lex. I specifically told you to cut your workforce.

Lex: Why? With this plan, you don't get the bad P.R.

Lionel: That's not the point.

Lex: Careful, Dad you're getting emotional. We could always try a rematch.. or are you afraid you can't take your son again?

Lionel: You get one.

Lex: One what?

Lionel: One chance to defy me.

Lex: I can't figure out what you hate more-the fact that my plan works, or that you didn't come up with it first.

Lionel: Just remember-empires aren't built on clever bookkeeping.

Lex: Dad... You have no idea what I'm capable of.

Jonathan: Sorry you didn't get to play.

Clark: Were you here to make sure I didn't hurt anyone?

Jonathan: I was here to support my son.

Clark: Some of the things I said...were out of line.

Jonathan: Look, I-I do trust you, Clark. I do. I guess there's always gonna be a part of me that's a little bit afraid. But that's just being a parent.

Clark: Thanks, Dad.

Lana: It's peaceful, isn't it.

Clark: Hey. I thought you were working.

Lana: I got let go. Apparently, I'm not waitress material. 

Clark: Sorry. How did your aunt take it?

Lana: She said that it was a sign that I should seriously reconsider cheerleading. Both Chuckle. They start walking across the field.

Clark: Parents. What are you gonna do?

Lana: I heard about the coach. Pretty weird.

Clark: He won his 200th game, and didn't even see it.

Lana: You gonna play next season?

Clark: I don't know if football's for me. I mean, my dad played, my granddad played. I think it's time to break the vicious cycle.

Lana: Pretty short career. Why the change of heart?

Clark: I don't know. I guess I got out on the field and realized my reason for playing was gone.

Lana: I'm sorry to hear that.

Clark: Who said life was fair?

Lana: Are you gonna be okay?

Clark: Sometimes I just wanna scream.

Lana: Why don't we?

Clark: Are you serious?

Lana: Why not?

Clark: On three. One... Two... Three.

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