Bombay: Okay. You, you, you, you against you four.
Goldberg: Hey, we got names you know.
Bombay: I'm sure you do, and I'm sure they're very nice names. Who knows, one day I might even bother to learn them.

Officer: Could you turn the radio down please?
Bombay: Yeah, I guess it was a widdle noisy.
Officer: A widdle? Okay...blood, breath, or urine?
Bombay: No thanks. I'm full.

Charlie: You can't make me cheat.

Averman: Hummm goalie goalie...humm goalie goalie...save goalie goalie.

Banks: Yeah, whatever. I just want to play hockey.

Connie: I feel like Madonna.

Peter: This looks good. I'm going to eat it.

Driver: I can kill one of them to set an example sir.

Goldberg: I'm Goldberg, the goalie.

Connie: They're whimpy.
Guy: They don't even have teeth.

Bombay: I thought we came here to play hockey.
Peter: You know I knew we forgot something.
Bombay: You think it's funny? You think losing is funny?
Averman: Well, not at first, but once you get the hang of it.

Bombay: What are you laughing at cream cheese boy? Let's go!

Bombay: God, you're a moron Hans.
Hans: No, I'm scandinavian.

Coach Riley: You miss this shot, you're not just letting me down, you're letting the whole team down, too.

Charlie: Coach, you gonna be at the game tomorrow?
Bombay: By the order of the state of Minnesota, yeah.

Bombay: I hate hockey and I don't like kids.
Peter: What's this supposed to be, a pep talk?
Bombay: I'm sure this will be a real bonding experience. One day, maybe one of you will write a book about it in jail.

Bombay: My work is my life.

Bombay: Just look for a sign that says, "Personal Hell." How could he do this to me? I hate kids, they're barely human.

Karp: Is that a real phone?
Bombay: Yes, and I'm really on it.

Hans: Show them how to play. Show them how to have fun. Teach them to fly.

The Hawks: It's not worth winnung, if you can't win big.

Mr. Ducksworth: Are you prepared to lose your job over some kids, some game?
Bombay: That depends, sir. Are you prepare dto fire me over some kids, some game?

Larson: What did you do?
McGill: My job.

Bombay: Just think, I waisted all these years, worrying about what you thought. You're going down, Reilly.

Bombay: Hey Ducks, no matter what happens, I'll see you next season. We got a title to defend.

Connie: I'm so embarrassed.
Averman: We need a new goalie.

Fulton: I mean, I can't.
Bombay: What are you afraid?
Fulton: No, I mean I really can't you moron. I don't know how to skate.

Bombay: Now we're the Ducks! Team: Yeah!
Bombay: The Mighty Ducks!

Bombay: Karp, how many fingers am I holding up?
Peter: He wouldn't know that anyway.

Principal: I never have in my life. What do you have to say for yourselves?
Team: Quack, quack, quack, quack...

Bombay: I made you guys and I'm sticking with you.

Jesse: Cake eater.

Jesse: Putting on a Ducks jersey doesn't mean you're a real Duck.

Guy: Soft hands, Fulton. Concentration not strength.

Charlie: You know, I heard the North Stars wore the same underwear all through the playoffs last year for luck. So I'm going to do the same thing.

Casey: How do you think they do te details?
Bombay: Oh...little men, little cizlets, big mittens.
*they laugh*
Casey: I'm nervous. I'm rambling on and on. Probably think I'm weird.
Bombay: No, I think you're great. *kisses her on the cheek. She walks away* What? What did I say?
Casey: It's just not that easy.
Bombay: What not that easy? Casey, I was just playing around.
Casey: Look I don't know how you feel about me. I don't even know how I feel about you, but I do know there's a little kid back home who's absolutely falling in love with his coach and if you can't deal with that, if you're just playing around, then you better let me know.
Bombay: What are we talking, to death do us part, I have to decide on the first date?
Casey: Stop it, Gordon. Charlie's going to be there when we get back and tomorrow and ten years from now. Look I can take it, but if Charlie gets to attached... every time this happens it gets a little rough on him.
Bombay: Just on him?

Bombay: More fun! More fun!

Bombay: It ain't over til it's over.

Bombay: Flying V!

Bombay: Big Save Goldberg! We'll get them in overtime!

Bombay: Let him finish what he started.
Charlie: Coach, we have a chance to win.
Bombay: Damn straight, we do. Come here. You've been practicing that triple deke.
Charlie: Yeah.
Bombay: Then you're all set. You make make it, you may not, but that doesn't matter, Charlie. What matter 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.

Bombay: Did you really Quack at the Principal?
Team: Yeah.
Bombay: Are we Ducks or what?

Jesse: Yo dude! You obviously in the wrong hood. This is my dominion, and it's a drug free zone. You understand? Now I'm feelin' generous today. So I'm gonna let you get your sorry vanilla booty out of here before we be usin' your eyeballs as hockey pucks!

Casey: Look, Mr. Zen Master, you may be in tune with the ice universe, but, when it comes to my kid, "I just know" doesn't cut it!

Coach Reilly: Why'd you turn against me, Gordon? For six years, I taughtcha how to skate, I taughtcha how to score, I taughtcha how to go for the "W". You could have been one of the greats! An' now look at yourself. You're not even a has-been. You're a never-was.