- Coach Finstock: There are three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who has the same first name as a city; and never get involved with a woman with a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, and everything else is cream cheese.
- Coach Finstock: Look Scotty, I know what you're going through. Couple years back, a kid came to me much the same way you're coming to me now, saying the same thing that you're saying. He wanted to drop off the team. His mother was a widow, all crippled up. She was scrubbing floors. She had this pin in her hip. So he wanted to drop basketball and get a job. Now these were poor people, these were hungry people with real problems. Understand what I'm saying?
- Scott Howard: What happened to the kid?
- Coach Finstock: I don't know. He quit. He was a third stringer, I didn't need him.
- Scott Howard: Hi. I'd like a keg of beer please?
- Old man clerk: [looking at a newspaper] You don't say.
- Scott Howard: Yeah. How much is that?
- Old man clerk: You little bastards just don't give up, do you? Listen, no I.D. no goddamn beer. Can't you get that through your thick skull?
- Scott Howard: [his eyes turn red and his voice changes] Give me, a keg, of beer.
- [the clerk steps back in fear and go gets a keg, then Scott turns back to normal holding a thing of licorice]
- Scott Howard: And these.
- Coach Finstock: What is it, gambling? Drugs? You know I'd really like to help you but I'm kind of tapped out this month. The IRS is coming down on me like it's some personal vendetta against Bobby Finstock.
- Scott Howard: Listen, Stiles. Do you know anything about a rash that's going around?
- Stiles: Why, you looking to catch something?
- Scott Howard: No, I'm serious.
- Stiles: No... but I heard Mr. Murphy, you know, the shop teacher?
- Scott Howard: Yeah?
- Stiles: Got his dick caught in a vacuum cleaner.
- Scott Howard: Styles, I got something to tell you. It's kind of hard, but...
- Stiles: Look, are you gonna tell me you're a fag because if you're gonna tell me you're a fag, I don't think I can handle it.
- Scott Howard: I'm not a fag. I'm... a werewolf.
- Harold Howard: I want you to leave my son alone. He's a good kid... he's just having a tough time right now. Okay?
- Harold Howard: [upon seeing each other as werewolves] An explanation is probably long overdue.
- Scott Howard: An explanation? Jesus Christ, dad! An explanation? Look at me! Look at you.
- Harold Howard: It's not as bad as it looks.
- Scott Howard: Wait a minute, wait a minute, dad. You mean you knew about this? You knew about this and you didn't tell me?
- Harold Howard: I was hoping I wouldn't have to. Sometimes it skips a generation. I was hoping it would pass you by.
- Scott Howard: Well, Dad it didn't pass me by. It landed on my face. What the hell am I gonna do?
- Harold Howard: [Scott slams his bedroom door behind him] Scott, we really need to talk about this.
- Scott Howard: Forget it, dad. I don't want to talk. Go away.
- Coach Finstock: It doesn't matter how you play the game, it's whether you win or lose. And even that doesn't make all that much difference.
- Vice Principal Thorne: Awful far from your side of the building aren't you, Howard?
- Scott Howard: No. I mean ye-yes, sir but the halls were wet.
- Vice Principal Thorne: Let me see your hands.
- Scott Howard: [nervously] Sir?
- Vice Principal Thorne: Let me see your hands.
- [Scott shows Thorne his hands, he sighs]
- Vice Principal Thorne: You wouldn't happen to have a marker on you, would you?
- Harold Howard: Listen son. You're going to be able to do a lot of things the other guys aren't.
- Scott Howard: Oh yeah, like chase cars, and bite the mailman?
- Dragons Basketball Coach: You want to forfeit the game?
- Coach Finstock: Yeah, what's wrong with that?
- Dragons Basketball Coach: No.
- Coach Finstock: No?
- Dragons Basketball Coach: My players have league scoring records at stake. It wouldn't be fair to them.
- Coach Finstock: I just thought figured you quit now, you can beat the 5 o'clock traffic.
- Dragons Basketball Coach: There's a lot to learn from losing.
- Coach Finstock: Alright, we'll play, if it's that big a deal to you.
- Vice Principal Thorne: It's not going too well is it?
- Coach Finstock: Well, Christ, Thorne, look at the sneakers those guys are wearing. If our guys had sneakers like that there's no telling what they could do.
- Scott Howard: [Scott is at the party and approaches Pam]
- [to Pam]
- Scott Howard: Are you looking for someone in particular?
- Pamela Wells: [to Scott, sarcastically] Not you!
- [walks off]
- Lisa 'Boof' Marconi: [to Scott drinking a beer] There you go! She said two words to you.
- Vice Principal Thorne: [Scott has turned into the werewolf at the dance] Hold it. Now you've done it. You don't know how long I have waited to get you right where I have you. You're never going to play basketball again. You know why? Because you're not going to be here anymore, that's why. You're out of here, Mr. Howard. And don't you...
- Harold Howard: Thorne. Go on home, son. Go ahead. I'll handle this. You never learn, do you, Rusty?
- Vice Principal Thorne: You stay away from me.
- Harold Howard: I want you to leave my son alone. He's a good kid. He's just having a tough time right now. OK?
- Harold Howard: [Harold growls, then looks down at Thorne's pants] I knew I could count on you, Rusty.
- Scott Howard: I was with Stiles this afternoon.
- Harold Howard: I know.
- Scott Howard: You saw?
- Harold Howard: Yeah, I saw, unless that was another werewolf doing a handstand on top of Stiles' wolfmobile and making a fool of himself.
- Mick: You don't scare me, freak. Underneath all that hair, you're still a dork, Scott. I've handled your kind before. Your mama used to steal chickens out of the backyard until I blew her head off with a shotgun. Right, Scott?
- Harold Howard: I was hoping it would pass you by.
- Scott Howard: Well, Dad it didn't pass me by. It landed on my face.
- Kirk Lolley: How am I going to put this to you? Uh... look at it this way. No wolf, mmm, no wolf, ahh, no part. What do you think?
- [Rehearsing for the school play]
- Scott Howard: Sergeant, burn the fields and when you're done with that, burn the house.
- Stiles: [his car is speeding by] Boof, how the hell are you?
- Scott Howard: Say no.
- Lisa 'Boof' Marconi: [to Stiles] No!
- Stiles: Great talking to you.
- Vice Principal Thorne: You may think that you are special here... but let me remind you that I am still the vice principal.
- Scott Howard: [In full werewolf mode and wearing sunglasses] Hey, I'm no different than anyone else.
- Pamela: [Scott is a bit startled to see her dressed only in her bra and panties, in the school theatre dressing room] Relax. We're just one big happy family in the theatre.
- Scott Howard: [With an awkward smile] Yeah.
- Scott Howard: I'm trying to get a grip on this. I really am.
- Harold Howard: Is Thorne still on your back?
- Scott Howard: Yeah, Thorne, some Neanderthal named Mick, and the entire basketball team.
- Harold Howard: You've dug your own hole with those fellows, but this Thorne business is my fault.
- Scott Howard: What do you mean your fault?
- Harold Howard: It goes back a few years. As you know, I loved your mother since we were kids. We were meant for each other. But for some reason Rusty Thorne set his cap for her too. No matter what we tried, he wouldn't go away. One night, things got physical and...
- Scott Howard: And you turned into the werewolf.
- Harold Howard: Out of anger, Scott. I turned into the werewolf out of anger. In front of his beady, little eyes.
- Scott Howard: Was he scared?
- Harold Howard: Scared? He lost control of his bodily functions.
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