Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Kilgore: Corn Dogs, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
Kilgore: I love the smell of Corn Dogs in the morning. You know, one time we had a game for 6 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' longhorn body. The smell, you know that peanut oil smell, the whole stadium. Smelled like...victory
Kilgore: Someday this rivaly's gonna end...
Lance: What?
Kilgore: Corn Dogs, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
Kilgore: I love the smell of Corn Dogs in the morning. You know, one time we had a game for 6 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' longhorn body. The smell, you know that peanut oil smell, the whole stadium. Smelled like...victory
Kilgore: Someday this rivaly's gonna end...