By the way, just so know...we really suck.
Hey, I'll decide who sucks around here.
They REALLY suck.
By the way, just so know...we really suck.
Hey, I'll decide who sucks around here.
They REALLY suck.
Why'd you turn against me, Gordon? For six years, I taught you how to skate, I taught you how to score, I taught you how to go for the "W". You could have been one of the greats! And now look at yourself. You're not even a has-been. You're a never-was.
You got something to say to me, Bombay?
To think I wasted all those years worrying about what you thought. You're going down, Reilly.
Gordon, I'm going to make this very simple. Are you prepared to lose your job over some kids, some... game?
Let me ask you a question, Mr. Ducksworth. Are you prepared to fire me over some kids, some game?
Collect your personal belongings, Gordon. You're out of a job.
Yes, sir, Mr. Ducksworth. Thank you very much, Mr. Duckworth! Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, Mr. Ducksworth! [continues quacking in front of Mr. Ducksworth]
And Gordon, stop quacking!!
You may have paid for this jersey, sir, but you didn't earn it! [to Coach Reilly] I'll see you in the playoffs.
Be careful, man. It almost hit me that time!
Goldberg, you're the goalie. It's supposed to hit you.
Does that sound stupid to anyone else?
You may make it. You may not, but that doesn't matter, Charlie. What matters is that we're here. Look around. Whoever thought we'd make it this far. One, two, three, triple deke. Take your best shot. I believe in you, Charlie. Win or lose.
Thanks, Coach.
Go get 'em.
What's our record, anyway?
0-9. One was really close, though, we only lost by 5. And we've almost scored a goal, too.
You guys STINK! I thought we came here to play hockey!
Oh, I knew we forgot something. [Team laughs]
You think losing is funny?
Well, not at first, but once you get the hang of it.
Yo, dude. You obviously in the wrong hood. This is my dominion and it's a drug free zone. You understand? We ain't buyin' nothin'! Now I'm feeling generous today, so I'm gonna let you get your sorry vanilla booty out of here before we be using your eyeballs as hockey pucks!
Could you turn down the stereo?
Sure. I guess it was a widdle noisy.
A "widdle"? Okay, I'm taking you down to precinct. Breath, blood or urine?
No, thanks. I'm full.
Mom, I don't wanna go home...
He wouldn't know that anyway.
Shut up, Peter.
A team isn't a bunch of kids out to win. A team is something you belong to, something you feel, something you have to earn.
I hate kids. They're barely human.
Thank you very much, Mr. Ducksworth! Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, Mr. Ducksworth!