"I wish I was that age again because Ben...you'll never be young again...Ben, can I say something to you?...uh, how long have we known each other now? How long have you and I known each other? How long have your dad and I been partners?...I watched you grow up, Ben...In many ways, I feel as though you were my own son...So I hope you won't mind my giving you a friendly piece of advice...I think you ought to be taking it a little easier right now than you seem to be...Sow a few wild oats, take things as they come, have a good time with the girls and so forth...You have yourself a few flings this summer. I'll bet you're, you're quite a ladies man...You look to me like the kind of guy who has to fight 'em off. [To Mrs. Robinson, who enters] Now doesn't he look to you like the kind of guy who has to fight 'em off?"

"All right, now listen to this. I don't know whether I can prosecute, but I think I can. I think I can get you behind bars if you ever look at my daughter again. Now, I've seen Elaine, and I've made damn sure you can't get to her. Stay away from me, Ben! I don't want to mince words with you. As far as Elaine is concerned, you're to get her out of your filthy mind right now! Is that perfectly clear to you? And that's all, Ben. You'll pardon me if I don't shake hands with you. I think you are filth. I think you are scum. You are a degenerate!"

"I've had this feeling ever since I graduated. This kind of compulsion that I have to be rude all the time...It's like I was playing some kind of game, but the rules don't make any sense to me. They're being made up by all the wrong people. I mean no one makes them up. They seem to make themselves up."

"Eddra Gale — Woman on bus"

"Alice Ghostley — Mrs. Singleman"

"Marion Lorne — Miss DeWitte"

"Drake Bell - Jesse Remo"

"Jim Irsay - Himself"

"Kerry Collins - Himself"

"Warren Moon - Himself"

"Katarina Witt - Herself"

"Troy Aikman - Himself"

"Art Monk - Himself"

"Herman Moore - Himself"

"Ki-Jana Carter - Himself"

"Rob Moore - Himself"

"Drew Bledsoe - Himself"

"Rick Mirer - Himself"

"Johnnie Morton - Himself"

"Wayne Fontes - Himself"

"Mike Tirico - Himself"

"Rich Kotite - Himself"

"Drew Rosenhaus - Himself"

"Jeffrey Lurie - Himself (as Jeff Lurie)"

"Mel Kiper - Himself"

"Frank Gifford - Himself"

"Dan Dierdorf - Himself"

"Al Michaels - Himself"

"Roy Firestone - Himself"

"Emily Procter - Former Girlfriend"

"Lucy Liu - Former Girlfriend"

"Jonathan Lipnicki - Ray Boyd"

"Regina King - Marcee Tidwell"

"Bonnie Hunt - Laurel Boyd"

"Jay Mohr - Bob Sugar"

"Jerry O'Connell - Frank Cushman"

"Kelly Preston - Avery Bishop"

"Renée Zellweger - Dorothy Boyd"

"Cuba Gooding Jr. - Rod Tidwell"

"Tom Cruise - Jerry Maguire"

"Show me the money!"

"The journey is everything."

"The rest of his life begins now."

"Everybody loved him... Everybody disappeared."

"Anyone else would have left you by now, but I'm sticking with you. And if I have to ride your ass like Zorro, you're gonna show me the money."

"I got a shelf life of ten years, tops. My next contract's gotta bring me the dollars that'll last me and mine a long time. Shit, I'm out of this sport in 5 years. What's my family gonna live on? Huh?"

"Look I don't have all the answers. To be honest, in life, I failed as often as I succeeded. But I love my wife. I love my life. And I wish you my kind of success."

"I will not rest until I have you holding a Coke, wearing your own shoe, playing a Sega game featuring you, while singing your own song in a new commercial, starring you, broadcast during the Superbowl, in a game that you are winning, and I will not sleep until that happens. I'll give you fifteen minutes to call me back."

"Bob Sugar said I don't understand what it's like to be a black man? I'm Mister black people!"

"Who had I become? Just another shark in a suit? Two days later at our corporate conference in Miami, a breakthrough. Breakdown? Breakthrough. I couldn't escape one simple thought: I hated myself. No, no, no, here's what it was: I hated my place in the world. I had so much to say and no one to listen. And then it happened. It was the oddest, most unexpected thing. I began writing what they call a mission statement. Not a memo, a mission statement. You know, a suggestion for the future of our company. A night like this doesn't come along very often. I seized it. What started out as one page became twenty-five. Suddenly, I was my father's son again. I was remembering the simple pleasures of this job, how I ended up here out of law school, the way a stadium sounds when one of my players performs well on the field. The way we are meant to protect them in health and in injury. With so many clients, we had forgotten what was important.I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and I'm not even a writer. I was remembering even the words of the original sports agent, my mentor, the late great Dickie Fox who said: 'The key to this business is personal relationships.' Suddenly, it was all pretty clear. The answer was fewer clients. Less money. More attention. Caring for them, caring for ourselves and the games, too. Just starting our lives, really. Hey - I'll be the first to admit, what I was writing was somewhat touchy-feely. I didn't care. I have lost the ability to bullshit. It was the me I'd always wanted to be. I took it in a bag to a Copymat in the middle of the night and printed up a hundred and ten copies. Even the cover looked like The Catcher in the Rye. I entitled it 'The Things We Think and Do Not Say: The Future of Our Business.'...Everybody got a copy...I was 35. I had started my life."