Most scenes together: Reggie Dunlop (Head Coach | Captain) & Johnny Upton (3), Reggie Dunlop (Head Coach | Captain) & Ned Braden (3), Reggie Dunlop (Head Coach | Captain) & Joe McGrath (2)
Lard ass Barkley Donaldson,You all saw what happened. Stick down, gloves off, He challenged the Chiefs. Called us names, CALLED US NAMES! But Dave was there. Dave's a killer.
Dave's a mess.
But Dave's out. Who's gonna take his place?
Is the answer Jesus?.
Ok guys. Show us what you got![looking directly to the Hansons]
Icing 'appen when dee puck come down... Bang! ... You know... before dee udder guy. ...Nobody dere. My arm go comes up like dis, den dee game stop den start hup."
They've come tonight...to challenge the Chiefs, the toughest team in the Federal League. Not this...bunch of...p***ies (stomps out out locker room)
Scouts?
Jesus Christ, what a ****in' nightmare.
I'd like to place a personal bounty on the head of Tim McCracken. He's the coach and chief punk on that Syracuse team.
Hi, Ogie! Buy ya a soda after the game?
You take the van, I'll keep the dog.
Jim Carr I may be bald, but at least I'm not chicken-shit!
My h'allergy to those **** fans, you know, has returned.
How's it going, Nick?
I'm drunk.
Nah.
I'm not bullshittin' ya. Got stinkin' shit-faced on the bus, Louise left me, and that son of a bitch over there keeps playin' me, when he knows I'm shit-faced.
Geez, I'm really sorry.
Anybody throws me against the boards, I'm gonna piss all over myself.
What are you guys doing?
Puttin' on the foil!
Every game!
Yeah, you want some?
I 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 you–
I'M LISTENING TO THE **** SONG!
Mo Wanchuk Hey, Reg! Reg! What did you say to him?
I told him his wife was a ****.
Mo Wanchuk NO!
Yeah!
Mo Wanchuk Fuuuck!
Jesus Christ, no wonder he flipped his lid.
Anybody called my old lady a ****, I'd go **** bananas!
His wife is a ****!
Jim Ahern I look like some ****-sucking **** in this thing.
Have you seen Reg or Braden?
Jim Ahern Joe, I don't care man. Enough is enough. Nowhere in my contract does it say I gotta make a fool out of myself. Am I right?
I'm gonna flash 'em, Joe!
Aw, now, son...
I'm gonna walk down that stinkin' aisle, I'm gonna open up this **** bathrobe and wiggle my dick at 'em!
You will not.
Yes I am, Joe, and you know why? Because I want you to have a heart attack and die so that we never have to do this shit again. You and your **** fashion shows.
It's good publicity! You boys just haven't been bringing in the crowds like you used to.
I'm gonna wiggle it at 'em, you cheap bastard. I'm telling you, ya better be prepared, because when I yank it out, everybody in that audience with the exception of my wife is gonna be runnin' for the exits!
Announcer Ensemble #8, as we watch Chiefs defenseman, Johnny Upton, modelling #8...
Joe McGrath, just checking on Dunlop–
[The audience can be heard screaming at Upton, who apparently flashed the crowd; McGrath slowly hangs the phone up]
You cheap son of a bitch. Are you crazy? Those guys are ****!
I got a good deal on those boys. Scout said they showed a lot of promise.
They brought their ****in' toys with 'em!
I'd rather have them playing with their toys than playing with themselves.
They're too dumb to play with themselves! Boy, every piece of garbage that comes into the league, you gotta buy it.
Reg... Reg, that reminds me, I was coaching in Omaha in 1948 and Eddie Shore sends me this guy who's a terrible masturbator. Couldn't control himself. He would get deliberate penalities so he could get all by himself in the penalty box, and damned if he wouldn't, you know... [pantomimes masturbation]
Now what was that again...? [continues masturbating gestures]
