Jim Carr:
I may be bald, but at least I'm not chickenshit.
Reggie Dunlop:
Suzanne sucks pussy. She's a dyke. I know. I know. A lesbian. A lesbian. A lesbian.
[after meeting the Hansons]
Reggie Dunlop:
You cheap sonofabitch. Those guys are retards.
McGrath:
I got a good deal on those boys. Scout said they showed a lot of promise.
Reggie Dunlop:
They brought their fuckin' TOYS with 'em.
McGrath:
Id rather have em playin with their toys than playin with themselves
Reggie Dunlop:
They're too dumb to play with themselves. Boy, every piece of garbage that comes into the league you gotta buy it
McGrath:
Reg, Reg, that reminds me. I was coachin' in Omaha in 1948 and Eddie Shore sends me this guy who was a terrible masturbator. He would get deliberate penalties so he could get over in the penalty box all by himself and damned if he wouldn't...
Reggie Dunlop:
She underlines the fuck scenes for ya? Jesus, if she underlines the fuck scenes for ya, she must worship the ground you walk on.
Ned Braden:
They teach you how to underline in college.
Reggie Dunlop:
Not the fuck scenes, they don't.
Jim Carr:
Ned, what's a young man of your background still doing playing professional hockey?
Ned Braden:
I hate my father.
Jim Carr:
Is that right?
Ned Braden:
That's what I said, isn't it?
Lily Braden:
You're bullshit, you're really bullshit.
Ned Braden:
You're drunk.
Reggie Dunlop:
You're right, he's bullshit.
Lily Braden:
Yeah? Well, he and I are the only decent items in this town
[Leaves]
Reggie Dunlop:
That's great. Why should she care what anyone thinks about her? Shes just scrappin' Hey, how does Braden treat her? Is he nice to her?
Denis Lemieux:
Oh yeah, he love her. He tell me 'I love her.'
Reggie Dunlop:
Well, maybe Braden's a faggot, you ever think of that?
Denis Lemieux:
No way, he got a big cock, like horse.
[after losing at poker]
Denis Lemieux:
Fuck. I lose my blouse.
Jim Ahern:
Shirt... shirt.
Denis Lemieux:
Shit.
Ned Braden:
You take the van, I'll keep the dog.
McGrath:
Good crowd out there tonight, boys, let's really try to win this one.
Ned Braden:
You have to hand it to the old bastard, he's highly original.
Jim Ahern:
That man traveled 15 hours by bus to say that?
[repeated line]
Dickie Dunn:
I tried to capture the spirit of the thing.
Reggie Dunlop:
I am personally placing a hundred-dollar bounty on the head of Tim McCracken. He's the head coach and chief punk on that Syracuse team.
Jim Carr:
A bounty?
Reggie Dunlop:
Yeah, a hundred bucks of my own money for the first of my guys who really nails that creep.
Tim McCracken:
Dunlop, you suck cock.
Reggie Dunlop:
All I can get.
Reggie Dunlop:
Lard ass Bartley Donnellson,You all saw what happened. Stick down, glvoes off He challenged the Chiefs. Called us names, but Dave was there. Dave's a killer.
Johnny Upton:
Dave's a mess.
Reggie Dunlop:
But Dave's out. Who's gonna take his place
Ned Braden:
Is the answer Jesus?
[Reggie is trying to get his pre-game nap]
McGrath:
Are you crazy? We could all end up in the clinker for this. You can't put a bounty on a man's head.
Reggie Dunlop:
I just did.
[Hangs up, Phone rings again]
Dave 'Killer' Carlson:
Coach, I want that hundred dollars.
Reggie Dunlop:
Ya gotta earn it, Killer.
Dave 'Killer' Carlson:
My attitude's right.
[afterthe Hansons join the team]
Johnny Upton:
They're fuckin' horrible-lookin'.
Hyannisport broadcaster:
The fans are standing up to them. The security guards are standing up to them. The peanut vendors are standing up to them. And by golly, if I could be down there, I'd be standing up to them."
Ned Braden:
Now, they give you one phone call.
Jeff Hanson:
Call the pizza man.
Morris Wanchuk:
Call a massage parlor.
Johnny Upton:
What did the old man trade for these assholes, a used puck bag?
McGrath:
"Every scout in the NHL is out there tonight, with contracts in their pockets, and they're looking for talent. For winners. OOOOOOOOOH. All my years of publicity. Of the fashion shows and radiothons for nothing... They come here tonight... to scout the Chiefs... the toughest team in the Federal League. Not this. Buncha... pussies."
Tim McCracken:
Hundred bucks says you're gonna crack my skull.
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I wouldn't crack your knuckles for a hundred bucks.
Tim McCracken:
So, he's bluffing.
Ned Braden:
"Somebody's gonna kill you, ya dumb son of a bitch, but it's not gonna be me.
[Referee skates over to Steve Carlson during the playing of the National Anthem]
Peterboro Referee:
Got my eye on the three of you. You pull one thing, you're out of this game. I run a clean game here. I have any trouble here, I'll suspend ya.
Steve Hanson:
I'm listening to the fucking song.
Jim Carr:
This young man has had a very trying rookie season, with the litigation, the notoriety, his subsequent deportation to Canada and that country's refusal to accept him, I guess that's more than most 21-year-olds can handle. Number six, Ogie Oglethorpe.
Reggie Dunlop:
You know, your son looks like a fag to me.
Anita McCambridge:
I beg your pardon?
Reggie Dunlop:
You better get re-married soon, or he is going to have a cock in his mouth faster than you can say Jack Robinson.
Anita McCambridge:
How dare you.
Hyannisport broadcaster:
Look at that. You can't see that, I'm on radio.
Lily Braden:
What's the story on that dog?
Reggie Dunlop:
That's the dog that saved Charleston from the 1938 flood.
Lily Braden:
Well fuck him.
Jim Carr:
Here's a name for you nostalgia fans: Clarence "Screaming Buffalo" Swamptown. I'll never forget an exclusive interview in which Swamptown revealed that he calls his hockey stick the "Big Tomahawk," and he usually refers to the opposing players as "the little scalps".
Jim Carr:
Andre "Poodle" Lussier, defense. Andre, as you know, has been living in semi-seclusion in Northern Quebec ever since the unfortunate Denny Pratt tragedy.
Morris Wanchuk:
Not Poodle.
Jim Carr:
And from Mile 40, Saskatchewan, where he now runs a donut shop, number 10, former penalty-minute record holder for the years 1960 to 1968 inclusive, Gilmore Tuttle.
[At the Chiefs Fashion Show]
Johnny Upton:
I'm gonna flash'em, Joe.
McGrath:
No, you're not.
Johnny Upton:
I'm gonna open up this faggot robe and wiggle my dick at em. And do you know why? Because I want you to have a heart-attack and die so we don't have to do this shit anymore. You and your fucking fashion shows.
Ned Braden:
What are you doing?
Jeff Hanson:
Puttin' on the foil!
Steve Hanson:
Every game!
Jack Hanson:
Want some?
Reggie Dunlop:
It's their rink, it's their ice, and it's their fuckin' town. But tonight we got our fans with us!
[other players cheer]
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. They spent their own dough to get here, and they came here to see us! All right, let's show 'em what we got, guys! Get out there on the ice and let 'em know you're there. Get that fuckin' stick in their side. Let 'em know you're there! Get that lumber in his teeth. Let 'em know you're there!
Ned Braden:
Bleed all over 'em. Let 'em know you're there.
Reggie Dunlop:
Give 'em a good warm-up, Denis. Come on, fellas!
Reggie Dunlop:
You mean you could sell us, but you won't?
Anita McCambridge:
I could probably sell you, but I can't.
Reggie Dunlop:
Well - you know, uh - we're human beings, you know.
Anita McCambridge:
I have to confess I've never let the children watch a hockey game. I have a theory that children imitate what they see on a TV screen. If they see violence, they'll become violent. If they see someone stick up a bank, they'll stick up a bank. Heroin. You name it.
Reggie Dunlop:
You're fucked!
Anita McCambridge:
What?
Reggie Dunlop:
You are totally fucked! You're garbage for letting us all go down the drain.
Anita McCambridge:
Are you serious?
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