Murray Chadwick:
All right, one period left. One period away from winning it all or losing to these miserable hackers with their shit-eating grins and their Saturday night wrestling tactics. One period away from remembering something for the rest of your life or something you wanna forget.

Dean Youngblood:
Hey, go hump your Saint Bernard, scum-nuts.

Dean Youngblood:
Where else could I get beaten up every day, treated like shit by prima donna Canadians, get my nuts shaved?

Jessie Chadwick:
I think all hockey players should know how to read and write.

Blane Youngblood:
You can learn to punch in the barn, but you gotta learn to survive on the ice.

Murray Chadwick:
Where'd you get these guys from, Ray? Mexico.

Ray the assistant coach:
We're only looking for one player.

Murray Chadwick:
Like that sorry son of a bitch who just tripped over the blueline.

Dean Youngblood:
The guy suckered me.

Kelly Youngblood:
Don't take any shit from them Canucks. To them, you're just another wetback, crossing the border to play their game.

Dean Youngblood:
They'll never catch me!

Kelly Youngblood:
Oh, they'll catch you.

Kelly Youngblood:
Would you rather spread manure, or play hockey in Madison Square Garden in front of 18,000 people?

Dean Youngblood:
Spread manure.

Kelly Youngblood:
You candy ass!

Racki:
Wanna go, pretty boy?