Homer: Dad, I may not be the best, but I come to believe that I got it in me to be somebody in this world. And it’s not because I’m so different from you either, it’s because I’m the same. I mean, I can be just as hard-headed, and just as tough. I only hope I can be as good a man as you. Sure, Wernher von Braun is a great scientist, but he isn’t my hero.
Principal Turner: Miss Riley, our job is to give these kids an education.
Miss Riley: Mmm-hmm.
Principal Turner: Not false hopes.
Miss Riley: False hopes? Do you want me to sit quiet, let ’em breathe in coal dust the rest of their life?
Principal Turner: Miss Riley, once in a while a lucky one will get out on a football scholarship. The rest of ’em work in the mines.
Miss Riley: How ’bout I believe in the unlucky ones? Hmm? I have to, Mister Turner, or I’d go out of my mind.
Homer: Would you just step on it, Roy Lee?
Roy Lee: I am stepping on it.
O’Dell: That’s a good idea. Four unidentifiable high school students lost their lives early this morning when their toy rocket exploded.
Elsie: If you don’t, I’ll leave you. I’ll find work. I’ll do whatever it takes to get away from here. I’ll live in a tree to get away from you. Don’t you think I won’t.
John: Where would you go?
Elsie: Myrtle Beach.
Roy Lee: Prodigenous!
Homer: No. Coal mining may be your life, but it’s not mine. I’m never going down there again. I wanna go into space.
Elsie: Your father always has to be the big hero. I swear if he dies I won’t shed a tear.
O’Dell: God’s honest truth, Homer. What are the chances? A bunch of kids from Coalwood actually winning the national science fair?
Homer: A million to one, O’Dell.
O’Dell: That good? Well, why didn’t you say so?
Quentin: What do you want to know about rockets?
Roy Lee: I don’t know why they’d drop a bomb on this place, be a heck of a waste of a bomb.