Lucius: "Ricky, you can walk."
Ricky: "What did you just say?"
Cal: "He's telling you the truth, man. It's all in your head."
Ricky: "No. You sick sons of bitches! I mean, you walk in that door on your two legs, all fat and cocky and looking at me in my chair, and you tell me it's all in my head? I hope that both of you have sons. Handsome, beautiful, articulate sons who are talented and star athletes and they have their legs taken away! I mean, I pray you know that pain and that hurt."
Lucius: "Don't you put that evil on me Ricky Bobby! Don't you put that on us! You are not paralyzed!"
Ricky: "I am so paralyzed!"
Lucius: "No, no, no!"
Cal: "Getting a little rough on him."
Lucius: "No, he needs to know!"
Lucius: "He's always crying!"
Cal: "Tough love, it is. Tough love. Wake up, idiot!"