Lacey :(finishes taping Hanks hockey stick) I hope you get a goal with it. You know, perhaps at the top of the haskmarks when the defensemen covers our centre. You know or however it plays out.

Emma : Oscar!
Oscar : I did not! You did.

Brent : (sending the boys on the ice) Lets go, Billy. Play sharp, Lloyd. Lookin good, Davis. Lose the smoke Frank.

Wanda : Its a barn burner folks, minutes to go and our boys are only down by one. Anything could happen. Hey! Remember the goal they got last year.

Guy : Celebrating a bit much for a tie arent you boys?
Davis : Youre just mad because you didnt win
Hank : Yeah ya poor tier.
Brent : Sleep well knowing you dont suck any less than we do.