Irv:
Our Father, who art in Calgary, Bobsled be thy name. Thy kingdom come, gold medals won, on Earth as it is in Turn Seven. With Liberty and Justice for Jamaica and Haile Selassie. Amen.
Sanka Coffie:
What I am saying to you, is that you are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing big bald bubblehead that can only count to ten if he's barefoot or wearing sandals.
Sanka Coffie:
I'm freezing my royal Rastafarian nay-nays off!
Yul Brenner:
How 'bout I beat your butt right now?
Sanka Coffie:
How 'bout I draw a line down the middle of your head so it looks like a butt?
Derice Bannock:
Sanka... you dead?
Sanka Coffie:
Ya, mon.
[
Pre-race cheer]
Kids:
Who's the captain of our crew? Who's a friend to me and you? Kinda nice, good-looking too! Sanka, Sanka, yay, Sanka!
Sanka Coffie:
Ha ha ha! Get back to work!
Derice Bannock:
Who's the big hot bag of air, who doesn't have to comb his hair? Who doesn't bathe and doesn't care, Sanka, Sanka, yay, Sanka!
Sanka Coffie:
The key elements to a successful sled team are a steady driver, and three strong runners to push off down the ice... ICE? Ice!
Derice Bannock:
Well, it's kind of a winter sport, you know.
Sanka Coffie:
You mean winter, as in ice?
Derice Bannock:
Possibly.
Sanka Coffie:
You mean winter, as in Eskimos and igloos and penguins and ICE?
Derice Bannock:
Maybe.
Sanka Coffie:
See ya!
Sanka Coffie:
Look, Star. Let me tell you a little something, alright? When you need something from me, you don't have to hand me a bunch of lines. All you have to do is look at me in the eye and say, "Sanka, you are my best friend, we've been through a whole heap together, and I really, really need you."
Derice Bannock:
Sanka, you're right. And you are my best friend. We've been through a whole lot together.
Sanka Coffie:
"Heap, heap!"
Derice Bannock:
Sorry, mon. Whole heap together.
Sanka Coffie:
"And I really, really need you."
Derice Bannock:
And I really, really need you.
Sanka Coffie:
[
nods head slowly, while heasitating] ... Forget it!
Irv:
All right, Derice. Let me lay out some difficulties for you. Snow: you don't have any. It's nine hundred degrees out there. Time: you don't have any. The Olympics are in three months. And me: you don't have me. As far as I'm concerned, the sport of bobsledding no longer exists. I don't want to do it, I don't want to coach it, and most of all, and I mean most of all, I don't want to be within two thousand miles of anybody who does. Now did you follow all that?
Sanka Coffie:
Greetings, sled god.
Irv:
Oh, yeah, just one little drawback to this delightful winter sport. The high-speed crash. Ooh! That hurt. Always remember, your bones will not break in a bobsled. No, no, no. They shatter.
Sanka Coffie:
I'm the driver.
Irv:
You're not. You're the brakeman.
Sanka Coffie:
You don't understand, I am Sanka Coffie, I am the best pushcart driver in all of Jamaica! I must drive! Do you dig where I'm coming from?
Irv:
Yeah, I dig where you're coming from.
Sanka Coffie:
Good.
Irv:
Now dig where I'm coming from. I'm coming from two gold medals. I'm coming from nine world records in both the two- and four-man events. I'm coming from ten years of intense competition with the best athletes in the world.
Sanka Coffie:
That's a hell of a place to be coming from!
Irv:
Whether you win or lose a bobsled race, it's all about right here, the push-start! And this is where you're gonna learn about the push- start, is right here in a Volkswagon!
Yul Brenner:
Remember, this doesn't mean that I like you.
Yul Brenner:
You're going nowhere, Sanka, and you're thrilled to death about it.
Junior Bevill:
Seemin' to you nobody likes us?
Yul Brenner:
We're different. People are always afraid of what's different.
Yul Brenner:
[
prior to the race in the finals] Yo, Dreadlocks! Lemme kiss yo' egg!
Derice Bannock:
"Cool Runnings" means "Peace Be The Journey."
Sanka Coffie:
Rise and shine!
Derice Bannock:
It's butt-whippin' time!
Josef Grul:
Hey, Jamaica! Watch out for Number Twelve turn. Scary, ja?
Derice Bannock:
What's his problem?
Irv:
He's Josef Grul. He's one of the biggest drivers in the world.
Yul Brenner:
Yeah, he's one of the biggest ASSHOLES in the world, too.
Yul Brenner:
Look in the mirror, and tell me what you see!
Junior Bevill:
I see Junior.
Yul Brenner:
You see Junior? Well, let me tell you what I see. I see pride! I see power! I see a bad-ass mother who don't take no crap off of nobody!
British Alliance Member:
We must also be concerned about the potential for embarrassment.
Irv:
Oh, pardon me. I didn't realize that four black guys in a bobsled could make you blush.
Irv:
Derice, a gold medal is a wonderful thing. But if you're not enough without one, you'll never be enough *with* one.
[
Turns to leave]
Derice Bannock:
Hey coach, how will I know if I'm enough?
Irv:
When you cross that finish line tomorrow, you'll know.
Yul Brenner:
[
the guys start climbing into the bobsled] Don't Touch me!
Sanka Coffie:
Hey, Baldie, get off my foot!
Yul Brenner:
Don't touch me!
Sanka Coffie:
You want to kiss my egg?
[
holds the egg in front of Yul's face]
Yul Brenner:
[
looks at the egg, disgustingly] I ain't kissing no egg.
Sanka Coffie:
Suit youself.
[
kisses the egg]
Sanka Coffie:
All I'm saying, mon, is if we walk Jamaican, talk Jamaican, and *is* Jamaican, then we sure as hell better bobsled Jamaican.
Sanka Coffie:
Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, its bobsled time! COOL RUNNINGS!
Sanka Coffie:
Coach! Coach! I can't get my helmet on!
[
Irv smashes helmet with fist]
Sanka Coffie:
Thanks coach!
Irv:
That's what I'm here for.
[
the team emerges from the airport into a blizzard]
Irv:
It's not so much the heat, it's the humidity that'll kill you.
Irwin Blitzer:
Gentlemen, a bobsled is a simple thing.
Man:
Yeah, so's a toilet!
Irwin Blitzer:
Come on, Kurt, what you're doing here is wrong, and you know it! Now if this is about you and me, let's lay it all down now. All right, sixteen years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life: I cheated. I was stupid. I embarrassed myself, I embarrassed my country, my friends, my family, my teammates,
[
points to Kurt]
Irwin Blitzer:
and my coach. Hey, if it's revenge you want, take it. Go ahead, disqualify me, banish me! Do whatever you want, but do it to me! It was me who let you down, Kurt! It wasn't my guys! They've done everything you've asked of them! And they did it with all of you laughing in their face. Hey, it doesn't matter tomorrow if they come in first or fiftieth. Those guys have earned the right to walk into that stadium and wave their nation's flag. That's the single greatest honor an athlete can ever have. That's what the Olympics are all about. Sixteen years ago I forgot that. Don't you go and do the same.
Sanka Coffie:
I am feeling very Olympic today, how about you?
Sanka Coffie:
Hey Derice! Ya dead?
Derice Bannock:
No mon, I'm not dead . But I have to finish the race.
Derice Bannock:
Hey, you can pee now.
Sanka Coffie:
Oh too late.
Sanka Coffie:
So what are we gunna name the sled?
Junior Bevill:
How about... "Tallulah?"
Sanka Coffie:
Tallulah! Hahaha! Tallulah! Sounds like a 2 dollar hooker! Where you come up with that?
Junior Bevill:
Hey, you idiot. That's my mother's name.
Derice Bannock:
[
Derice sees Sanka's breath in the cold Calgary air] Sanka mon, whatcha smoking?
Sanka Coffie:
I'm not smoking, I'm breathing!
Sanka Coffie:
So, let's talk about this billsled team.
Derice Bannock:
No, bobsled team.
Sanka Coffie:
Whoever. Now, about the Weaties box. I'm gunna be on it myself, right?
Derice Bannock:
No, mon, you gunna be on it with me.
Sanka Coffie:
'Nuff people say, you know they can't believe, Jamaica, we have a bobsled team. We have the one Derice...
Derice Bannock:
...And the one Junior...
Junior Bevill:
...Yu-... Sanka!
Derice Bannock:
The fastest of the fastest of Jamaican sprinters...
Sanka Coffie, Junior Bevill, Derice Bannock:
Go to Olympics, fight for Jamaica!
Sanka Coffie:
[
after witnessing Irv obliterate a radio with a pool cue] That guy won two gold medals?
Irv:
You see Sanka, the driver has to work harder than anyone. He's the first to show up, and the last to leave. When his buddies are all out drinking beer, he's up in his room studying pictures of turns. You see, a driver must remain focused one hundred percent at all times. Not only is he responsible for knowing every inch of every course he races, he's also responsible for the lives of the other men in the sled. Now do you want that responsibility?
Sanka Coffie:
I say we make Derice the driver.
Irv:
So do I, Sanka. So do I.
Sanka Coffie:
[
stops dancing and jumps into fight] Yippy ki yey!
[
Yul and Junior are in the hotel room, getting ready to go to a bar; there's a knock on the door. Yul goes to open it, finding Sanka dressed in a maid's uniform, carrying a feather duster]
Sanka Coffie:
Maid Service, sir! Would you like your bed turned down mint? Perhaps I could dust your head!
Yul Brenner:
Whatever is wrong with you...is no little thing.
Irv:
I told the owner of the bar that these guys were mentally disturbed, so he's not going to press any charges.
Sanka Coffie:
Yeah! Sled god does it again!
Irv:
Shut up, Sanka.
Momma Coffie:
Everybody shut up! My boy's on TV.
Derice Bannock:
[
Derice drums over his teamates' helmets]
Sanka Coffie:
Hey! Heeeeyyy! What you doin!?
Derice Bannock:
This is what the Swiss do to psyche themselves up!
Sanka Coffie:
They also make them little pocket knives, too, but I don't see you doin that!
[
repeated line]
Yul Brenner:
Don't touch me!
[
about to be pushed off start]
Sanka Coffie:
Coach, I gotta go.
Irv:
Hold it.
Sanka Coffie:
Hold it? I can't. Wait, we're not bobsledding yet.
Irv:
Oh yes we are.
[
pushes them off]
Sanka Coffie:
No. Coach! No!
[
the bobsled picks up faster speed as it makes each turn/loops as Sanka continues to complain]
Sanka Coffie:
Slow down! Slow down!
[
the bobsled continues to go around fast]
Sanka Coffie:
Oh Derice? I hate you! I hate you!
[
repeated line after someone has said something degrading]
Irv:
[
sarcastic] That's very funny.
[
after Yul Brenner has just given a talk to Junior Bevill about standing up to bullies]
Junior Bevill:
[
marches up to Yosef Grul and spins him around] Now you look! I will not be talked to that way! So you'd better come up with a damn good apology... or else!
Josef Grul:
[
in a 'is that so' sort of voice] Or else what?
[
punches him on shoulder]
Junior Bevill:
[
taken back a bit] Ow.
Josef Grul:
Huh Jamaica? *Or else what?*
Josef Grul:
[
pushes Junior to floor and then gets down in his face]
Josef Grul:
Come on Jamaica... say something!
[
two big feet come into the scene]
Josef Grul:
[
looks up to see Yul Brenner standing there]
Yul Brenner:
No problem man.
Yul Brenner:
[
punches Josef Grul in his face; the whole bar then starts going crazy fighting]
Joy Bannock:
[
Joy and Momma Coffie sit in the stands as they wait for Sanka's pushcart race to begin. Derice comes along, and stands next to Joy. Joy kisses him.] Derice, is Sanka ready?
Momma Coffie:
Ready? That boy's never ready! He's a lazy, sorry, no-good bag of bones.
Derice Bannock, Joy Bannock:
[
laugh loudly at Momma Coffie's statement, thinking that she's just joking]
Momma Coffie:
[
seriously] So what ya laughing at?
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