I Cant Believe I Ended Up Here Again Where the Kids With the Dreads
Yul Brenner: Look in the mirror, and tell me what you see!
Junior Bevill: I see Junior.
Yul Brenner: Y'all run into Junior? Well, allow me tell you what I see. I run across pride! I see ability! I see a bad-ass mother who don't take no crap off of nobody!
Sanka Coffie: I'yard the driver.
Irv: Yous're non. You lot're the brakeman.
Sanka Coffie: Yous don't understand, I am Sanka Coffie, I am the best pushcart driver in all of Jamaica! I must drive! Practise y'all dig where I'm coming from?
Irv: Yeah, I dig where you're coming from.
Sanka Coffie: Expert.
Irv: Now dig where I'yard coming from. I'm coming from two gilt medals. I'thou coming from nine world records in both the two- and four-human being events. I'm coming from ten years of intense competition with the all-time athletes in the world.
Sanka Coffie: That's a hell of a place to be coming from!
Sanka Coffie: Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, its bobsled fourth dimension! Cool Runnings!
Yul Brenner: How virtually I vanquish your butt right now?
Sanka Coffie: How virtually I draw a line down the eye of your head so it looks similar a butt?
Derice Bannock: You don't see the Swiss squad fighting, do you?
Derice Bannock: You don't see the Swiss squad drinking and carrying on and such.
Sanka Coffie: And you don't see the Swiss squad grinning neither.
Sanka Coffie: In fact, if i of those Swiss boys ever come up across a pretty girl, he probably yell, "eins, zwei, drei" and try to push her down some ice.
[laughs]
Sanka Coffie: What I am saying to you, is that y'all are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-Yous-Jane-ing, big, bald bubblehead that tin can but count to x if he's barefoot or wearing sandals.
Sanka Coffie: All I'chiliad saying, mon, is if we walk Jamaican, talk Jamaican, and *is* Jamaican, then we certain as hell better bobsled Jamaican.
Derice Bannock: Hey, Coach.
Irv: Aye?
Derice Bannock: I take to ask you a question.
Irv: Certain.
Derice Bannock: But you don't have to reply if you don't desire to. I mean, I want y'all to, but if you tin't, I empathise.
Irv: You wanna know why I cheated, right?
Derice Bannock: Yes, I exercise.
Irv: That'southward a fair question. It's quite simple, really. I had to win. You see, Derice, I'd made winning my whole life. And when yous make winning your whole life, y'all have to keep on winning, no matter what. You sympathize that?
Derice Bannock: No, I don't understand. You lot won two gold medals. You had it all.
Irv: Derice, a gold medal is a wonderful affair. But if y'all're not plenty without one, you'll never be enough with 1.
Derice Bannock: Hey, double-decker... how will I know if I'thou enough?
Irv: When you cross that finish line tomorrow, you'll know.
British Official: We must too 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 lot blush.
Irv: You see Sanka, the commuter has to work harder than anyone. He's the commencement to show up, and the last to get out. When his buddies are all out drinking beer, he's up in his room studying pictures of turns. You lot see, a driver must remain focused one hundred per centum at all times. Not but 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 y'all desire that responsibility?
Sanka Coffie: I say we make Derice the driver.
Irv: Then practise I, Sanka. So do I.
Yul Brenner: Say whatever it is that you want 'cause you lot're but like every other fool on the island. You lot're going nowhere, Sanka, and you're thrilled to death about it. Simply you run across me? You come across me? I'yard unlike, 'cause I know exactly where I'm going and after I, Yul Brenner, win the Olympics and become famous I'thousand going to leave the isle and live correct downward there.
[Pulls out picture of Buckingham Palace]
Sanka Coffie: [laughing]
Yul Brenner: What are you laughing nearly? What are you laughing nigh?
Sanka Coffie: That'due south Buckingham Palace. Y'all programme on living there, yous're going to have to marry the Queen.
Junior Bevill: Yul, that's where the Queen of England lives.
Sanka Coffie: Face it, Yul Brenner you tin can start calling yourself Madonna but you lot're still going to finish up in an outhouse shanty like every other dock working nobody.
Junior Bevill: Mm, says who?
Sanka Coffie: Says me, rich boy. What practice yous know nearly it?
Inferior Bevill: Well, I know my male parent started off in a ane room hut. At present he lives in 1 of the biggest homes in Kingston.
Sanka Coffie: Well, he ain't your father.
Junior Bevill: He doesn't accept to be. All he has to exercise is know what he wants and piece of work hard for it. And if he wants information technology bad plenty, he'll get information technology. Expect, believe me, Sanka the more Yul Brenners we got making information technology in this globe the ameliorate off this world will be, especially for Jamaicans. Go ahead, Yul Brenner. Become become your palace.
[Pre-race cheer]
Kids: Who's the captain of our crew? Who'southward a friend to me and you? Kinda nice, skilful-looking besides! Sanka, Sanka, yay, Sanka!
Sanka Coffie: Ha ha ha! Get dorsum to piece of work!
Derice Bannock: Who'south the large hot bag of air, who doesn't have to comb his hair? Who doesn't bathe and doesn't care, Sanka, Sanka, yay, Sanka!
Derice Bannock: [Derice sees Sanka's breath in the cold Calgary air] Sanka mon, whatcha smoking?
Sanka Coffie: I'thou not smoking, I'm breathing!
Inferior Bevill: Seeming to you nobody likes usa?
Yul Brenner: We're unlike. People are always afraid of what'south different.
Yul Brenner: [prior to the concluding race] Hey, Dreadlocks! Let me buss your lucky egg!
[about to be pushed off start]
Sanka Coffie: Oh, wait. Coach, I gotta go. You know?
Irv: Hold information technology.
Sanka Coffie: Hold it?
Irv: Agree it.
Sanka Coffie: Hold it?
Irv: Yeah, hold it!
Sanka Coffie: Just, Coach, I tin can't agree it. We're not bobsledding yet.
Irv: Oh, yep we are.
[pushes them off]
Sanka Coffie: Motorcoach... Coach!
[the bobsled picks upward speed and careens down the track]
Sanka Coffie: Coach! Passenger vehicle! Aaahh! Slow information technology downwards! Slow it- slow it down! Oh, my God! Oh, Derice, oh, Derice I detest you! I detest you! I hate you!
[Yul and Junior are in the hotel room, getting prepare 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 lot similar your bed turned downwardly? Mint? Perhaps I could dust your head!
Yul Brenner: Whatsoever is wrong with you is no little thing.
Irv: Our Father, who art in Calgary, Bobsled exist thy name. Thy kingdom come, gold medals won, on World equally it is in Plough Seven. With Liberty and Justice for Jamaica and Haile Selassie. Amen.
Sanka Coffie: Jitney! Coach! I can't go my helmet on!
[Irv smashes helmet with fist]
Sanka Coffie: Thanks coach!
Irv: That's what I'1000 here for.
[Sanka reveals a hot water bottle nestled under his shirt]
Derice Bannock: I can't believe you're all the same cold, mon.
Sanka Coffie: Common cold? I'chiliad freezing my royal Rastafarian nay-nays off!
Irwin Blitzer: Come on, Kurt, what you lot're doing here is wrong, and you know it! Now if this is nigh yous and me, let'southward lay information technology all downwardly at present. All right, sixteen years ago, I fabricated the biggest fault 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 information technology's revenge you desire, take it. Go ahead, disqualify me, banish me! Practice whatever y'all want, just exercise it to me! It was me who let you lot 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 affair tomorrow if they come in get-go or fiftieth. Those guys have earned the right to walk into that stadium and wave their nation'due south flag. That'due south the single greatest honor an athlete can ever have. That'due south what the Olympics are all about. Sixteen years ago I forgot that. Don't you go and do the same.
Sanka Coffie: Alright. Alright, alright, alright, mon. And so, permit'southward talk well-nigh this beak-sled team.
Derice Bannock: No, bobsled squad.
Sanka Coffie: Whoever. Now, about the Wheaties box. I'k gunna exist on it myself, correct?
Derice Bannock: No, mon, you lot gunna exist on information technology with me.
Josef Grul: Hey, Jamaica! Watch out for Number Twelve plough. Scary, ja?
Derice Bannock: What's his trouble?
Irv: He's Josef Grul. He's 1 of the best drivers in the world.
Yul Brenner: Aye, he's one of the biggest ASSHOLES in the world, also.
Sanka Coffie: Look, Star. Permit me tell y'all a little something, alright? When you need something from me, you lot don't have to hand me a bunch of lines. All you take to do is expect at me in the center and say, "Sanka, you are my all-time friend, nosotros'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 demand you.
Sanka Coffie: [nods head slowly, then] ... Forget information technology!
Irv: Oh, yeah, just one footling drawback to this delightful winter sport. The high-speed crash. Ooh! That hurt. E'er remember, your basic will non break in a bobsled. No, no, no. They shatter.
Irwin Blitzer: Gentlemen, a bobsled is a uncomplicated thing.
Man: Yep, so's a toilet!
Sanka Coffie: I am feeling very Olympic today, how virtually you?
Irv: I told the owner of the bar that these guys were mentally disturbed, and so he's non going to press any charges.
Sanka Coffie: Aye! Sled god does information technology over again!
Irv: Just close upwards, Sanka.
Derice Bannock: You know, when the Swiss want to ge...
Sanka Coffie: Ah, will you shut upwards well-nigh the damn Swiss! I mean, it was all that "eins zwei drei" nonsense that got united states all nervous in the first place.
Derice Bannock: Hey, man, wait here, I'm just trying to get us off on the right foot.
Sanka Coffie: Well, the right human foot for united states of america is not the Swiss foot. I hateful, come on, Derice, we can't be copying nobody else'due south style. We take our ain style.
Derice Bannock: Kissing an egg is no kind of way. It's the Olympics here, information technology's no stupid push-cart derby.
[Long pause]
Sanka Coffie: Let me tell you something, rasta, I didn't come up up hither to forget who I am and where I come up from.
Derice Bannock: Neither did I. I'm just trying to be the all-time I tin can be.
Sanka Coffie: So am I, and the best I can exist is Jamaican. Look, Derice, I've known you lot since Julie Jeffreys asked to see your ding-a-ling, and I'm telling you as a friend... if we look Jamaican, walk Jamaican, talk Jamaican and IS Jamaican, then we sure every bit hell improve bobsled Jamaican.
Sanka Coffie: [stops dancing and jumps into fight] Yippy ki yey!
Irv: All correct, Derice. Let me lay out some difficulties for you. Snowfall: you don't have whatever. It's ix hundred degrees out there. Time: you don't take any. The Olympics are in iii months. And me: you don't have me. As far every bit I'm concerned, the sport of bobsledding no longer exists. I don't desire to do it, I don't want to coach information technology, and virtually of all, and I mean most of all, I don't want to be within two thousand miles of anybody who does. At present did you follow all that?
[Inferior'due south father comes to bring him back]
Inferior Bevill: Father, when you look at me, what practise you run into?
Whitby Bevil - Sr.: I don't have time for games. Junior.
Junior Bevill: Tell me what you see, please!
Whitby Bevil - Sr.: All right, I'll tell y'all what I come across. I see a lost little boy, who's lucky to have a father who knows what's all-time for him.
Junior Bevill: No, no, no, no, you don't know what'due south best for me, Father. I am non a lost fiddling boy, Begetter. I am a man, and I'm an Olympian. I'm staying correct here.
Yul Brenner: [watching] Junior Bevil. You bad-ass female parent.
[the squad emerges from the airport into a blizzard]
Irv: It'due south not so much the estrus, information technology's the humidity that'll kill you.
[Junior marches up to Josef Grul and spins him around]
Junior Bevill: Now, yous look! I will not exist talked to that way! And so you lot'd improve come up up with a damn expert apology or else!
Josef Grul: ["is that then?"] Or else what?
[punches him on shoulder]
Junior Bevill: [taken aback a bit] Ow.
Josef Grul: Huh, Jamaica? "Or else" what?
[pushes Junior to floor and then gets down in his face]
Josef Grul: Come on, Jamaica say something!
[Ii big feet come into view. Grul looks upward]
Yul Brenner: No problem, mon.
[Yul punches Josef Grul in the confront; the whole bar then goes crazy with fighting]
[before their first practice run]
Sanka Coffie: You desire to osculation my egg?
[holds the egg in front of Yul's face]
Yul Brenner: [looks at the egg, disgustingly] I'thousand not kissing no egg.
Sanka Coffie: Suit yourself.
[kisses the egg]
Roger: Is this whole thing a large joke, or do you really expect these Jamaicans to authorize?
Irv: Not only are they going to authorize, they're going to plough some heads doing it. Mind, 3 of these guys can run the hundred in under 10-flat. I don't care who y'all are, that's lightning.
Roger: Yeah, but can lightning run on ice?
Sanka Coffie: [after witnessing Irv obliterate a radio with a puddle cue] That guy won two gold medals?
Joy Bannock: [Joy and Momma Coffie sit down 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'due south simply joking]
Momma Coffie: [seriously] So what ya laughing at?
Irv: Winning a bobsled race is well-nigh 1 affair: the push button-starting time. Now I know you dainty, little track-stars remember you're fast. Well, heh, let'due south see how fast yous are when y'all push a six-hundred pound sled. Now a respectable outset-fourth dimension is five-point-seven seconds. If yous speed demons can't whip off an even six flat, you have a meliorate chance of becoming a barbershop quartet.
Derice Bannock: I can't believe the trials are finally here.
Joy Bannock: Yous nervous?
Derice Bannock: I'm not nervous. I'thou gear up. I've been set for this day my whole life. I don't care how fast they run, I'grand going to run faster. I don't care how much they want information technology, I desire it more than. I'g going to the Olympics, baby. I feel it. I'yard going to win the gold.
Joy Bannock: Derice, are you lot nervous?
Derice Bannock: I'm terrified.
Derice Bannock: Hey, man, you could be famous. You lot could have your film on a Wheaties box. Merely yous said "no," and that'due south all right, because I don't need you. Everybody is going to want to be on my bobsled team!
Sanka Coffie: All correct, you saccharide-coated track stars! Move out and let the ice rasta show y'all how information technology'south done.
Yul Brenner: Hurry up, mon. I have a dead grandmother that moves faster than you.
Yul Brenner: Remember, this doesn't mean that I like you lot.
Irv: This is what information technology'due south all about, this is whether you win or lose the race, right here in the push commencement! This is where you're gonna do, correct here, right here in a Volkswagon!
Irv: Go, go, go! At present, now, at present, now!
Irv: [looking at an old picture of himself and Derice'due south father] Wow, would you look at me then?
[Turns the frame and sees his reflection in the glass]
Irv: Oof, would you look at me now?
Coolidge: Mr. Coolidge, who is the other man in the moving-picture show with my father?
Coolidge: Irving Blitzer. He'south an American who lives here. Unless, of course, he's been arrested or shot.
Derice Bannock: Excuse me?
Coolidge: Well, he'south a bookie at present. Takes his bets in a small-scale pool hall just past Sandy Bay.
Derice Bannock: Isn't that a gold medal effectually his cervix?
Coolidge: Oh, aye. That lunatic was an Olympic bobsledder who tried to get your father to switch sports. He had some theory nigh using track sprinters to push the bobsleds. Some ridiculous affair similar that. Tin you lot imagine a Jamaican bobsledder?
Derice Bannock: Alibi me. Are you Mr. Irving Blitzer?
Irv: Well, that depends on who'southward asking.
Irv: Now maybe you oasis't noticed, only we aren't exactly winning any popularity contests here. They hate me, they hate you, they hate us. Now, if we're even gonna call back near qualifying, we're each gonna accept to sit and take a nice, deep expect inside. I didn't come all this style to get my butt whipped!
Sanka Coffie: Nobody had that much fun in a sled since Santy Claus.
[the team are finishing painting their sled and drinking Cokes in bottles]
Derice Bannock: Fellas, here's to followin' your dreams.
Yul Brenner: [as they clink bottles] Aye, man. Follow your dreams.
Irv: I said it to your father and I'll say it over again: sprinters make the all-time bobsledders.
Derice Bannock: Here'south to sprintin'!
[They clink bottles once more]
Sanka Coffie: And so what's it gonna be, star? What are the people gonna be screamin' when Jamaica takes the hill?
Derice Bannock: I say we telephone call it - "Cool Runnings."
Al Trautwig: Picket out, world. The Jamaicans are coming!
Derice Bannock: Alibi me, are you Irving Blitzer?
Irv: That depends on who's asking.
Irv: practise yous desire me to lay out some diificlties for you derrice. snow you lot dont got ny its 900s degress outside. time you got any the olimypics are 3 months abroad. and me you dont got me. im far equally im concered the sport of bob sledding no longer excists i dont want to play it i dont want to omnibus it and most of all north i mean near of all i dont to be within 500 miles of anybody who does did yous get all that?
[repeated line afterwards someone has said something degrading]
Irv: [sarcastic] That'south very funny.
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