Slap Shot Page #5

I got a contract!

Come on, let's go, let's go!

Come on! Let's go!

Know what your problem is, Dunlop?

You're too f***in' old to play this game.

Take that sentence back!

Too much, too soon.

Dave, hold it steady.

You're makin' me miss.

You got him, Dave!

Did you hear what he said?

He shouldn't have said what he said.

You don't say stuff like that on the ice.

- Let's just win the game.

- We are winnin' the friggin' game!

You goon!

You wanna say some more,

you ugly bastard?

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, get him!

We were all there.

We all saw it with our own eyes.

Dave.

Goddamn lardass, Barclay Donaldson.

I'm tellin' you, he jumped us.

Gloves off, stick down, no warning.

He challenged the Chiefs!

- He called us names.

- Called us names!

- But Dave was there.

- Dave's a killer!

- Dave's a killer.

- Dave's a mess.

OK, but Dave's out.

- Who's gonna take his place?

- Is the answer Jesus?

OK, guys. Show us what you got.

God save us.

Kill 'em! Kill the bastards!

I do not believe my friggin' eyes.

These guys are a f***ing disgrace.

And I'm telling you, Broom County

is just visibly upset by this display.

Get places for the home games.

Bring the kids.

We got entertainment

for the whole family.

There goes Jeff Hanson

into the corner. No, it's Jack.

17. I'll have to check that later.

A crushing check on the boards!

Things are really going on out there now!

Now Steve is in front of the net. I think

that's Steve. Yes. No. Yeah, it is Steve.

And I think that was Jack.

It was Jeff or Jack.

These brothers are stomping all over...

- You! Out!

- What?

- You! Out!

- Huh? What for?

- You! Out!

- No! No!

- Get your eyes examined, you idiot!

- What are you doin'?

- They're all gone!

- It was self-defence, for Christ's sake!

- They're gone!

- How much do you expect a man to take?

- Don't come near me.

- Are you runnin' a goddamn dance?

- Open it.

- Joe, who own the Chiefs?

- Owns. Owns.

Owns. Owns.

I don't know.

Thanks.

- OK. What?

- He don't know.

- How'd you ask?

- I say "Who own the Chiefs?"

- What did he say?

- Owns. Owns.

For Christ's sake.

I don't care who own the Chiefs.

I hate it here.

It make me sick. My allergy,

puke every time, bleugh! Like that, puke.

You're a goalie.

You're supposed to be like that.

Somebody own the Chiefs.

We go to Florida and I get the money.

That's nice.

I don't like the way they cover their jugs

all up with the feathers, you know, Reg?

They are so beautiful.

They oughta cut the costumes up higher

on the thigh, so you can see more ass.

You make me sick

when you speak, Morris.

This isn't art. This is sex.

Ooh!

Ogilthorpe f***ed her, you know.

It's true. I heard it from a couple of guys.

Ogilthorpe f***ed the last girl

on the pinwheel of the lce Stravaganza.

That's her, right there.

Get your butt in gear, for the love of Mike.

- You gals like skatin', huh?

- Sure.

I mean, dressed as bluebirds with all them

feathers on, racin' around the ice like that.

- You should talk.

- No, well, I just asked out of curiosity.

- I like to see how the other half lives.

- Renee, I like to skate too.

- But the hair is rotten here.

- Hair?

Yeah. The hair.

- Air.

- It make me sick.

- Your face is a mess.

- I got in a fight. See?

I don't know. It looks sorta cute.

- Are you a fighter?

- Nah. I'm a lover.

Is your team any good?

No. In fact, we're so bad

that we're disbanding.

What about Florida, eh, Reg?

- Well, we got a win.

- We won three games in a row, Reg.

- Yeah. We're on a roll.

- We're on a roll. We're gonna win.

- How's Ogie Ogilthorpe?

- Who?

- Ogie Ogilthorpe. You know old Ogie.

- Ogie.

- You think he's all he's cracked up to be?

Is he a nice guy?

I'll be right back.

- You're doing great. You've got 'em...

- Oh, yeah. You betcha.

Hey, Coach!

How you doin'?

Son of a b*tch.

Ooh, and it's all right,

and it's comin' on...

Hey, where the hell

did all this beer come from?

- It's from the owner.

- The owner?

Yeah.

How's his family, Reg?

He told me to say he's glad we're winnin',

cos it'll make it easier

to close that Florida deal.

- You find the guy name?

- Oh, yeah.

- He's neat. Looking to get us bonuses.

- Hey, that's good news, eh?

- Yeah.

- What? What?

- Beats me.

No one can take yourplace

lfyou get hurt

- What the f*** is that?

Hey!

Where? Oh, yeah!

- We thought it'd be a big surprise.

- It's wonderful!

You look like my mother! You're beautiful!

Yeah! Billy!

Hey. It's me, Reg. How are you?

We're kickin' the sh*t

outta everybody. We're unbeatable.

Listen, I got a favour to ask ya.

Yeah. Remember Francine?

All together in one room. Why not?

My ex-wife. Yeah, the pretty one.

Well, has she been in there?

- We're in the Chiefs!

- It's against our policy.

Couple of tickets in it for you. Which bar?

Wait a minute. Hold it. No, it's just

everybody's going bananas in here.

- They convicted Ogilthorpe.

- Help me.

Get the manager. Somebody help me.

Eddie? Listen, this guy she was with -

what did he look like?

It's their rink, it's their ice

and it's their f***in' town.

- But tonight we got our fans with us!

- Yeah!

They spent their own dough to get here,

and they came here to see us.

Let's show 'em what we got. Get out

on the ice and let 'em know you're there.

Get that stick in their side,

let 'em know you're there.

Get that lumber in his teeth,

let him know you're there!

Bleed all over 'em.

Let 'em know you're there.

Give 'em a good warm-up, Danny.

Let's go.

Come on, fellas.

Good game tonight, guys.

The Peterborough Patriots

versus the Charlestown Chiefs,

brought to you by

Sheehan's Rustproofing.

The Chiefs have come out

on the ice for a warm-up period.

They're about to try

for their fifth consecutive win.

They're applauded by their booster club,

who have travelled all the way

from Charlestown to be here tonight.

There's no one to stop it because

there are no officials on the ice.

What has come over

the Charlestown Chiefs?

And the rockets' red glare

The bombs bursting in air

Gave proof through the night

That our flag was still there

I got my eye on you.

You pull one thing, you're out.

I run a clean game.

Any trouble, I'll suspend you.

I'm listening to the f***ing song!

O'er the land of the free

No. No, no. To Mrs Reggie Dunlop,

from Reggie Dunlop.

Collect.

Well, make it...

Operator, I'll pay for the call here.

Whoa!

- What are you doin'?

- Makin' it look mean.

Yeah!

Honey? We won last night. Yeah, we won.

I got a good winning streak going...

- Who is this?

Hello?

Sh*t!

A little bit south ofSaskatoon

Me and Junie Mae, we got on fine

Till I had to move

Gin.

Eight.

- Hey, Reg?

- Yeah?

- I think I'm gonna change my name.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Killer.

Hey, that's got a nice ring to it, kid.

Yeah.

I'm not gonna do it.

- I'm not gonna goon it up for you.

- No?

Nope.

I'll bench you.

I'll take my chances.

Keep on thinkin' ofmy honeymoon

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