Sanka: You mean winter, as in igloos and Eskimos and penguins and ICE?
Sanka: See ya.
Derice: Where you going?
Sanka: I'm going to take a hot bath, I'm getting cold just thinking about all this ICE.
Derice: Who is the best pushcart driver in ALL JAMAICA!
Sanka: You're looking at him!
Derice: Then you gotta do it!
Sanka: So what are we going to name the sled?
Junior: How about, Talulah.
Rest of team: [Laughing] Talulah!
Sanka: Sounds like a two-dollar hooker. How'd you come up with that?
Junior: That's my mother's name. [Embarrassed silence, then Team converses in agreement that Talulah is a good name]
Sanka: [to Derice] What's it gonna be, star? What are the people gonna be screaming when Jamaica takes the hill?
Derice: I say we call it, 'Cool Runnings.'
Junior: Beautiful, I like it.
Yul: Very strong.
Coach Irv: Nice, very nice, but... what exactly does it mean?
Derice: Cool runnings means, "peace be the journey."
Team: [Toasting] Cool Runnings.
Messenger: Excuse me... [gives Coach Irv a letter and leaves]
Sanka: [Toasting] To the man in the orange suit. [Toasting after man leaves] To the messenger.
Coach Irv: [Ashen-faced, after reading the letter] We are officially...disqualified.
Hell, it doesn't matter if they come in first or 50th. Those guys have earned the right to represent their country. They've earned the right to march 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 about.
[At the IAWS meeting]
British Alliance Member: We must also be concerned about the potential for embarrassment.
Irv Blitzer: Oh, forgive me. I didn't realize that four black guys in a bobsled could make you blush.
Kurt: I think we've heard enough.
Irv: [pleads] Come on, Kurt, what you're doing is wrong, and you know it! Now if this is about you and me, let's get it straight right now.
[Kurt stops for a moment as well as the IAWS. He expects a confession from Irv and isn't disappointed when he finally hears it from Irv.]
Irv Blitzer: All right, 16 years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life - I cheated. I was stupid. I embarrassed myself, my family, my teammates, my country... [points to Kurt] and my coach. 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. Hell, it doesn't matter if they come in first or 50th. Those guys have earned the right to represent their country. They've earned the right to march 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 about. Sixteen years ago, I forgot that. Don't you go and do the same. Sorry if I interrupted your meeting.
[Junior Bevil is conflicted about his father coming to Calgary to fetch him]
Junior Bevil: [Murmurs] Pride, Power...[Stops elevator] Father, when you look at me, what do you see?
Whitby Bevil Sr: I don't have time for games. Junior.
Junior: Tell me what you see, please!
Whitby: All right, I'll tell you what I see. I see a lost little boy, who's lucky to have a father who knows what's best for him.
Junior: No, no, no, no, you don't know what's best for me, Father. I am not a lost little boy, Father. I am a man, and I'm an Olympian. I'm staying right here. [Elevator door closes with a sad Whitby Sr inside]
Yul: Junior Bevil. You bad-ass mother.
If we look Jamaican, walk Jamaican, talk Jamaican and IS Jamaican, then we sure as hell better bobsled Jamaican.
[Coach Irv has reprimanded the team over their run earlier in the day]
Derice: You know, when the Swiss want to ge....[Team groans]
Sanka: Ah, will you shut up about the damn Swiss! I mean, it was all that eins zwei drei nonsense that got us all nervous in the first place.
Derice: Hey, man, look here, I'm just trying to get us off on the right foot.
Sanka: Well, the right foot for us is not the Swiss foot. I mean, come on, Derice, we can't be copying nobody else's style. We have our own style.
Derice: Kissing an egg is no kind of style. It's the Olympics here, it's no stupid push-cart derby. [Long pause]
Sanka: Let me tell you something, rasta, I didn't come up here to forget who I am and where I come from.
Derice: Neither did I. I'm just trying to be the best I can be.
Sanka: So am I, and the best I can be is Jamaican. Look, Derice, I've known you since Julie Jeffreys asked to see your ding-a-ling [Derice smiles] and I'm telling you as a friend...if we look Jamaican, walk Jamaican, talk Jamaican and IS Jamaican, then we sure as hell better bobsled Jamaican.
[at a club somewhere in Jamaica]
Olympic Announcer: Where did these guys come from?
Crowd At Bar: [shouts at TV] JAMAICA!!!!
Irv: Derice, a gold medal is a wonderful thing, but if you're not enough without it, you'll never be enough with it.
Derice: Hey, coach, how will I know if I'm enough?
Irv: When you cross that finish line, you'll know.
[the team just crashed in the medal run]
Sanka: Hey, Derice! You dead?
Derice: No, man, I'm not dead. But we have to finish the race.