John: You stayed after practice to shoot baskets, didn't you?
Sam: Uh, yeah, I guess I did.
John: Well, I admire your dedication, but, uh, you got chores to do, son.
Sam: Won't happen again.
John: The hell it won't.
Al: The mind of a mature man in the persona of a 16-year-old at the height of his sexual powers. The possibilities are just mind-boggling. They would be if you didn't run away.
Sam: Well, what would you do if you ran into a girl that you had a crush on 25 years ago? Don't answer that.
Sam: I can save Tom.
Al: I don't think so, Sam. You can't change something that isn't meant to be changed.
Sam: Look, I can try.
Al: Like I did with Beth? Even though we tried, Beth still married that stupid lawyer. And I came home to an empty house.
Sam: Look, Al. I've been leaping, around putting right whatever God or fate or time or whoever it is that's leaping me around wants put right. Why?
Al: Well, you got a lot of Boy Scout in you, Sam.
Al: And, well, because, with luck, one of these leaps might be your leap home.
Sam: I am home.
John: Well, since the milking's done, guess I might as well eat breakfast.
Sam: Right here on the table, Dad. Fruit, skim milk, some bran cereal. A healthy well-balanced breakfast.
John: For a hippie.
Sam: It's all like a dream, Al.
Al: Well, you better enjoy it before you wake up.
Al: Cheerleaders. I'll bet you Lisa's the one with the cute pompoms.
Sam: They don't have...
(Realising what this remark means, Sam proceeds to glare at him)
Tom: Sam, in BUD/S, they pushed us to the limit and then beyond until we collapsed. They did it to show us that we have our limits. Now maybe that's what Vietnam is doing for America. Showing us our limits. That's not a lost cause.
Sam: Is it enough to die for?
Al: Sam, you're not changing anything. Your father still does in '72. Tom still gets killed in Vietnam and Katey still marries Chuck. You're not changing their future, Sam. All you're doing is making their present miserable.
Al: I know it hurts, Sam. But you did the right thing.
Sam: I always do. I always do the right thing, Al. And what does it get me? Why can I... save strangers and not the people I love?
Al: I don't know.
Sam: Well, I'm not going to do it anymore, Al. I'm not gonna do it. (yelling at the sky) You hear that?! Whoever you are, wherever you are! I'm not doing it anymore. I quit. I quit.
Al: Feel better?
Sam: No. No, I don't feel better. It's not fair, Al. I mean, come on, it's not fair.
Al: Well, I think, uh... I think it's damn fair.
Al: I'd give anything to see my father and my sister for a few days. To be able to talk with them again. Laugh with them. Tell them how much I love them. I'd give anything to have what you have, Sam. Anything.
Al: (referring to Tom) You know he's right, Sam. A good jump hook can melt a woman's heart.
Coach Donnelly: Defense! Defense! Not patty cakes, defense!
Al: Patty Cake? That's high five! That's called high five! And why are you yelling "defense"? You should put them into a press! I feel like Dennis Hopper in Hoosiers.
No Nose: The game's over, jerk.
Al: Hey, don't t listen to sans a beak there. You got plenty of time.