Monica: I'm a ball player.
Coach Davis: [In her office after a game] We've got our final games against Oregon and Oregon State, and I'm shaking things up a bit, so... I'm starting you at point again.
Monica: But, uh... I thought Sidra's ankle was OK for next game.
Coach Davis: [impatiently] You want the job, or not?
[Keeps staring at Coach Davis]
Coach Davis: What?
Monica: It just... it just seems like you're always riding me.
Coach Davis: [pauses, then speaks] You think I'd go hoarse for a player with no potential? When I ignore you... then you worry.
Sidra O'Neal: That's what you get for trying to show out... freshman.
Monica: I was just trying to play ball.
Sidra O'Neal: You were TRYING to make me look bad.
Monica: Didn't have to try very hard.
Sidra O'Neal: Girl, don't you know you just sloppy seconds?
Big Toni: Sidra. Let it go.
Sidra O'Neal: The ONLY reason you here, is 'cause Tanya Randall got pregnant, and decided not to come. They were DONE recruiting.
Zvette: That's cold, Sid.
Sidra O'Neal: Just thought the girl should know.
[stalks off to the showers]
Shayla: Don't even trip, mama. She's just mad because she's bow-legged.
Young Quincy: Can't do this shit!
Zeke McCall: Boy, what did I tell you about using that word?
Young Quincy: Can't should never be in a man's vocabulary.
Zeke McCall: And why not?
Young Quincy: Cause when you say can't you aint a man!
Quincy: If basketball is all you care about, why you bonin' me? Why don't you bone Dick Vital?
Monica: It's a trip, you know? When you're a kid, you-you see the life you want, and it never crosses your mind that it's not gonna turn out that way.
Monica: What did I do?
Quincy: You forgot to be there.
Monica: I had curfew. If coach would've caught me I wouldn't of been able to start.
Quincy: At least you got your priorities straight.
Monica: I never asked you to choose.
Quincy: You never had to.
Quincy: All's fair in love and basketball.
Camille Wright: I don't know why I keep wishing that you'll grow out of this tomboy phase.
Monica: I won't. I'm a lesbian.
[her sister cracks up]
Camille Wright: That's not funny.
Monica: That's what you think, is it? Because I'd rather wear a jersey than an apron?
Quincy: Double or nothing.
Monica: [reads note] "Q, you are SO fine. I been wantin' to get with you. Take me to the Spring Dance and I promise I'll leave you satisfied."
[In a disgusted tone]
Monica: Ugh... What a ho!
Quincy: Why she gotta be a ho? Cuz she wants to get with me?
Monica: Um, she's a ho because she's sending her coochie through the mail! I mean, she's not saying "You're a nice guy, and I want to get to know you." She's saying, "I wanna bone!"
Quincy: At least she's honest.
Monica: [rolling her eyes] Yeah... an honest tramp ass ho! But then, I guess you'll stick your thing in anything.
Quincy: My "thing?" Didn't know you cared so much.
Monica: I don't.
Quincy: Who you goin to the dance with anyway? Spalding?
Monica: Who's Spalding?
Quincy: [nods at basketball in Monica's hands]
Monica: [punches Quincy] Stupid!
Shawnee: [after noticing Monica at the dance] Damn, girl, I didn't know Nike made dresses.
Monica: So that's it? Just forget about you and me?
Monica: I've been in love with you since I was eleven, and the shit won't go away.
Coach Davis: Offense sells tickets. Defense wins games !
Young Monica: You stupid, and your daddy plays for the worst team in the NBA!
Young Quincy: What?
Young Monica: Last time they won, Dr. J was a nurse!
Young Quincy: [Pushing Monica to the ground] Shut up! I don't want to be your boyfriend any more, you ugly dog!
Young Monica: [Pushing Quincy down a hill] Well, I dont want to be your girlfriend any more, BIG HEAD!