Sanka Coffie Quotes in Cool Runnings (1993)

[repeated lines]

Derice Bannock: Sanka you dead?

Sanka Coffie: Ya, mon.

Sanka Coffie: Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, its bobsled time! Cool Runnings!

Sanka Coffie: I'm the driver.

Irv: You're not. You're the brakeman.

Sanka Coffie: You don't understand, I am Sanka Coffie, I am the best pushcart driver in all of Jamaica! I must drive! Do you dig where I'm coming from?

Irv: Yeah, I dig where you're coming from.

Sanka Coffie: Good.

Irv: Now dig where I'm coming from. I'm coming from two gold medals. I'm coming from nine world records in both the two- and four-man events. I'm coming from ten years of intense competition with the best athletes in the world.

Sanka Coffie: That's a hell of a place to be coming from!

Yul Brenner: How about I beat your butt right now?

Sanka Coffie: How about I draw a line down the middle of your head so it looks like a butt?

Sanka Coffie: So what are we gunna name the sled?

Junior Bevill: How about "Tallulah?"

Sanka Coffie: Tallulah! Hahaha! Tallulah! Sounds like a 2 dollar hooker! Where you come up with that?

Junior Bevill: That's my mother's name.

Derice Bannock: You don't see the Swiss team fighting, do you?

Derice Bannock: You don't see the Swiss team drinking and carrying on and such.

Sanka Coffie: And you don't see the Swiss team smiling neither.

Sanka Coffie: In fact, if one of those Swiss boys ever come across a pretty girl, he probably yell, "eins, zwei, drei" and try to push her down some ice.

[laughs]

Sanka Coffie: The key elements to a successful sled team are a steady driver, and three strong runners to push off down the ice. Ice? Ice!

Derice Bannock: Well, it's kind of a winter sport, you know.

Sanka Coffie: You mean winter, as in ice?

Derice Bannock: Possibly.

Sanka Coffie: You mean winter, as in igloos and Eskimos and penguins and ice?

Derice Bannock: Maybe.

Sanka Coffie: See ya!

Sanka Coffie: All I'm saying, mon, is if we walk Jamaican, talk Jamaican, and *is* Jamaican, then we sure as hell better bobsled Jamaican.

Sanka Coffie: 'Nuff people say, you know they can't believe, Jamaica, we have a bobsled team. We have the one Derice...

Derice Bannock: And the one Junior...

Junior Bevill: Yu-

[Yul gives him a "don't even think about it" look]

Junior Bevill: ... Sanka!

Derice Bannock: The fastest of the fastest of Jamaican sprinters...

Sanka Coffie, Derice Bannock, Junior Bevill: Go to Olympics, fight for Jamaica!

Irv: You see Sanka, the driver has to work harder than anyone. He's the first to show up, and the last to leave. When his buddies are all out drinking beer, he's up in his room studying pictures of turns. You see, a driver must remain focused one hundred percent at all times. Not only is he responsible for knowing every inch of every course he races, he's also responsible for the lives of the other men in the sled. Now do you want that responsibility?

Sanka Coffie: I say we make Derice the driver.

Irv: So do I, Sanka. So do I.

Sanka Coffie: What I am saying to you, is that you are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing, big, bald bubblehead that can only count to ten if he's barefoot or wearing sandals.

Derice Bannock: [Derice drums over his teamates' helmets]

Sanka Coffie: Hey! Hey! What you doin?

Derice Bannock: This is what the Swiss do to psyche themselves up!

Sanka Coffie: They also make them little pocket knives, too, but I don't see you doing that!

Yul Brenner: Say whatever it is that you want 'cause you're just like every other fool on the island. You're going nowhere, Sanka, and you're thrilled to death about it. But you see me? You see me? I'm different, 'cause I know exactly where I'm going and after I, Yul Brenner, win the Olympics and become famous I'm going to leave the island and live right down there.

[Pulls out picture of Buckingham Palace]

Sanka Coffie: [laughing]

Yul Brenner: What are you laughing about? What are you laughing about?

Sanka Coffie: That's Buckingham Palace. You plan on living there, you're going to have to marry the Queen.

Junior Bevill: Yul, that's where the Queen of England lives.

Sanka Coffie: Face it, Yul Brenner you can start calling yourself Madonna but you're still going to end up in an outhouse shanty like every other dock working nobody.

Junior Bevill: Mm, says who?

Sanka Coffie: Says me, rich boy. What do you know about it?

Junior Bevill: Well, I know my father started off in a one room hut. Now he lives in one of the biggest homes in Kingston.

Sanka Coffie: Well, he ain't your father.

Junior Bevill: He doesn't have to be. All he has to do is know what he wants and work hard for it. And if he wants it bad enough, he'll get it. Look, believe me, Sanka the more Yul Brenners we got making it in this world the better off this world will be, especially for Jamaicans. Go ahead, Yul Brenner. Go get your palace.

Sanka Coffie: Hey Derice! Ya dead?

Derice Bannock: No mon, I'm not dead. We have to finish the race...

[Sanka reveals a hot water bottle nestled under his shirt]

Derice Bannock: I can't believe you're still cold, mon.

Sanka Coffie: Cold? I'm freezing my royal Rastafarian nay-nays off!

[Pre-race cheer]

Kids: Who's the captain of our crew? Who's a friend to me and you? Kinda nice, good-looking too! Sanka, Sanka, yay, Sanka!

Sanka Coffie: Ha ha ha! Get back to work!

Derice Bannock: Who's the big hot bag of air, who doesn't have to comb his hair? Who doesn't bathe and doesn't care, Sanka, Sanka, yay, Sanka!

Sanka Coffie: Coach! Coach! I can't get my helmet on!

[Irv smashes helmet with fist]

Sanka Coffie: Thanks coach!

Irv: That's what I'm here for.

Derice Bannock: [Derice sees Sanka's breath in the cold Calgary air] Sanka mon, whatcha smoking?

Sanka Coffie: I'm not smoking, I'm breathing!

[about to be pushed off start]

Sanka Coffie: Oh, wait. Coach, I gotta go. You know?

Irv: Hold it.

Sanka Coffie: Hold it?

Irv: Hold it.

Sanka Coffie: Hold it?

Irv: Yeah, hold it!

Sanka Coffie: But, Coach, I can't hold it. We're not bobsledding yet.

Irv: Oh, yes we are.

[pushes them off]

Sanka Coffie: Coach... Coach!

[the bobsled picks up speed and careens down the track]

Sanka Coffie: Coach! COACH! Aaahh! Slow it down! Slow it- slow it down! Oh, my God! Oh, Derice, oh, Derice I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Sanka Coffie: Greetings, sled god.

Sanka Coffie: Rise and shine!

Derice Bannock: It's butt-whippin' time!

Sanka Coffie: So, let's talk about this billsled team.

Derice Bannock: No, bobsled team.

Sanka Coffie: Whoever. Now, about the Weaties box. I'm gunna be on it myself, right?

Derice Bannock: No, mon, you gunna be on it with me.

[Yul and Junior are in the hotel room, getting ready to go to a bar; there's a knock on the door. Yul goes to open it, finding Sanka dressed in a maid's uniform, carrying a feather duster]

Sanka Coffie: Maid Service, sir! Would you like your bed turned down? Mint? Perhaps I could dust your head!

Yul Brenner: Whatever is wrong with you is no little thing.

Sanka Coffie: I am feeling very Olympic today, how about you?

Derice Bannock: Hey, you can pee now.

Sanka Coffie: Um too late.

Sanka Coffie: [stops dancing and jumps into fight] Yippy ki yey!

Irv: I told the owner of the bar that these guys were mentally disturbed, so he's not going to press any charges.

Sanka Coffie: Yeah! Sled god does it again!

Irv: Just shut up, Sanka.

Sanka Coffie: Look, Star. Let me tell you a little something, alright? When you need something from me, you don't have to hand me a bunch of lines. All you have to do is look at me in the eye and say, "Sanka, you are my best friend, we've been through a whole heap together, and I really, really need you."

Derice Bannock: Sanka, you're right. And you are my best friend. We've been through a whole lot together.

Sanka Coffie: "Heap, heap!"

Derice Bannock: Sorry, mon. Whole heap together.

Sanka Coffie: "And I really, really need you."

Derice Bannock: And I really, really need you.

Sanka Coffie: [nods head slowly, then] ... Forget it!

Yul Brenner: [the guys start climbing into the bobsled] Don't touch me!

Sanka Coffie: Hey, Baldie, get off my foot!

Yul Brenner: Don't touch me!

Sanka Coffie: [after witnessing Irv obliterate a radio with a pool cue] That guy won two gold medals?

[before their first practice run]

Sanka Coffie: You want to kiss my egg?

[holds the egg in front of Yul's face]

Yul Brenner: [looks at the egg, disgustingly] I'm not kissing no egg.

Sanka Coffie: Suit yourself.

[kisses the egg]