East Dillon locker room. The boys are dressing for the bus. Jess knocks on Coach's door and tells him the news that she's moving to Dallas and won't be a part of his Super Team after all. He looks at her intently and tells her that she will be missed and that he means that sincerely. She tells him that being a part of the Lions has been the greatest experience of her life. And Coach looks at her and says, "I think it's been mine, too." She walks out and Coach sits at his desk, staring at his little Lions figurines, wondering what having said that really means.
Commercials. Still in the locker room, the boys in their suits getting ready for the bus. Vince, a big smile on his face, goes over to Jess and asks to talk to her for a minute. He tells her that at first he hated her being on this team, but now -- with how far the team has come -- he realizes how lucky he is to get to share all this with her. He loves that she's a part of the team. They kiss.
Tim and Tyra walk across his land with folding chairs and a cooler. Tyra tells him that she's not sure yet, but she's thinking that she wants to go into politics. She worries that he's laughing at her. He swears no. "Inside?" she asks, and he says no again. GORGEOUS SHOT of their tall, slim frames silhouetted against the sky. They set down their chairs and Tim asks when she says politics, does she mean like Sarah Palin? "No, you ass! Out of all people, really?" Tyra says. And she says that what's she's thinking of is Mrs. T, except maybe bigger. Tim rummages in the cooler as Tyra tells him that she's been in love with him since she was five years old, and being here with him is the greatest feeling she's had in a really long time. "It scares the hell out of me. I have dreams, Tim." He looks at her and tells her that he knows she does and that he has dreams, too. He's going to build a house exactly where they are sitting. And he'll get a job. And he'll never do anything illegal for the rest of his life. "Maybe one day our dreams can merge together." Tyra looks at him, totally in love but also totally happy to not rush anything. They clink their beer bottles and look out onto the land and back to one another. This is a Texas-sized love, and a Texas-sized patience. (And a Texas-size bleep! amiright?)