Well, congratulations. You just forfeited whatever edge you might had over the Varsity; now they know they own you. This isn't the peewees, your little duck tricks are not gonna work on this level. Now for the last time, stay away from the Varsity!
That's funny? You think you're worth a damn, you're just white trash!
Uh, who are you calling "white trash"?
We'll take you anytime, anywhere.
That's my ducks!
Coach says I'm the starter.
Coach? I don't see any coach.
We'll split the shifts, I wanna piece of these guys.
We can't win if they're gonna cheat!
Don't show 'em we're hurt, keep skating.
What are we playing for anyway, some stupid school? The alumni? I mean Warriors? Where the hell are we now?
Look man, we're on scholarship! I'm stayin'.
Who are calling a sellout, punk?!
Julie Gaffney: (sing-song) Fulton scored, Fulton scored, I am really bored. Fultons great, Fulton's great, a year ago he couldn't even skate.
(shouting as rolling down a hill) I'm a golie, not a skater!
To win Coach Orion, sir!
No! Will! It takes real "will" if you wanna play in this barn!
The Ducks are dead. You got two choices, Conway. Take off that jersey right now, or you won't play.
You're breaking up the best any of us ever had.
Well, it's time to grow up.
Grow up? Like you, huh? A washed up pro has to show up to a bunch of kids? Jeez, that's real grown-up.
Okay goodbye, Conway.
First to 10, full check.
Bring it on.