Coach Marin: You got some imagination, missy.

BUFFY: Oh, well right now, I'm imagining you in jail. You're wearing a big, orange suit, and, oh, look, the guards are beating you up.

Coach Marin: You don't have any proof.

BUFFY: Tell me what's in the steam.

Coach Marin: After the fall of the Soviet Union, documents came into light detailing experiments with fish DNA on their Olympic swimmers. Tarpon... mako, shark... But they couldn't crack it.

BUFFY: And you did... sort of. Why?

Coach Marin: What kind of question is that? For the win! To make my team the best they could be! Do you understand we have a shot at the state championship?

BUFFY: Do you understand that I don't care? It's over. There's not gonna be any swim team.

Coach Marin: Boy, when they were handin' out school spirit, you didn't even stand in line, did you?

BUFFY: No. I was in the line for shred of sanity.

The coach reaches into the desk behind him and pulls out a Beretta 9mm semi-automatic pistol. He pulls back the hammer and points the gun at Buffy.

BUFFY: Which you obviously skipped.

Coach Marin: Get in the hole! In! Now!

BUFFY: This isn't over.

Coach Marin: In! You think I don't care about my boys. But I do. They count on me.

BUFFY: So, what, you're just gonna feed me to 'em?

Coach Marin: Oh, they've already had their dinner. But boys have other needs.

written by: David Fury & Elin Hampton; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/32gofish.html