[In a Locker room with the door closed]
Pryor: Uh oh fart. Uh oh fart.
Tressel: Did you fart, Pryor? Did you fucking fart?
Pryor: Fart.
Tressel: [Trying unsuccessfully to open the door] How can you stand that?
Pryor: I don't mind it.
Tressel: How can you stand it?
Pryor: Ten minutes to Wapner. We're definitely locked in this locker room with no TV.

[In a phone booth]
Pryor: It's definitely very small in here.
[Tries to leave]
Tressel: Small, and safe. Don't wanna miss the party. You know that, there's a party in your honor Pryor. When we get to LA, there'll be a little Corvette. Lawyers are setting it up right now. Know why there's a party for you? Because you're the $3,000,000 man.

Pryor: Of course I don't have my underwear. I'm definitely not wearing my underwear.
Tressel: I gave you a fresh pair of mine to wear. Where are they?
Pryor: They're in the pocket of my jacket. Here.
Tressel: I don't want them back.
Pryor: These are not boxer shorts. Mine are boxer shorts. These are Hanes 32.
Tressel: Underwear is underwear, Pryor.
Pryor: My boxer shorts have my name and it says Pryor.
Tressel: All right, when we pass the store, we'll pick you up a pair of boxer shorts.
Pryor: I get my boxer shorts at K-Mart in Cincinnati.
Tressel: We're not going back to Cincinnati, Pryor, so don't even start with that.
Pryor: Gotta get my boxer shorts at K-Mart.
Tressel: [Pulls over, gets out of the car and yells] WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE WHERE YOU BUY UNDERWEAR? WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE? UNDERWEAR IS UNDERWEAR! IT IS UNDERWEAR WHEREVER YOU BUY IT! IN CINCINNATI OR WHEREVER!
Pryor: K-Mart!
Tressel: You know what I think, Pryor? I think this autism is a bunch of shit! Because you can't tell me that you're not in there somewhere!
Pryor: Boxer shorts. K-Mart!

[Pryor throws a INT to Stevie Brown]
[Tressel grabs him by the neck]
Pryor: OW!
Tressel: Don't make a bad read!
Pryor: OW!
Tressel: Stop acting like a fucking retard.
Pryor: UH-OH!
[Pulls out red play book and writes in it]
Tressel: What are you writing?... What the fuck is this? "Serious Injury List"? *Serious* injury list? Are you fucking kidding me?
Pryor: Number eighteen in 2008, Jim Tressel squeezed and pulled and hurt my neck in 2008.
Tressel: Squeezed and pulled and hurt your neck in 2008?