"Mike Eruzione! Winthrop, Massachusetts!"
"Who do you play for?"
"I play for.. The United States of America!"
"That's all, gentlemen."
"Welcome to the Olympics, gentlemen."
"You know what? Put your street clothes on, 'cuz I got no time for quitters."
"Come on, Herb. Nobody's quittin' here."
"You worry about your own game. Plenty there to keep you busy."
"Let me ask you a question. Why'd you want to play college hockey?"
"Isn't it obvious, for the girls?"
"I'm serious, Coxy. Why'd you wanna play college hockey?"
"Because I love to play hockey, alright. I wanna go to the NHL just like everybody does."
"Well, I wanted to win a national championship. That pansy over there cheap shots me. I get tossed out of the game. He steals the ring right off my finger? How would you feel?"
"You're missing some of the best players."
"I'm looking for the best players, Craig. I'm looking for the right ones."
"I'm sick and tired of hearing about what a great hockey team The Soviets have. Screw 'em! This is YOUR time! Now, go out there and take it."
"A bruise on the leg is a hell of a long way from the heart, you candy-ass."
"What'd you call me?"
"You heard me."
"You want me to play, huh? Is that what you want?!"
"I WANT YOU TO BE A HOCKEY PLAYER!"
"I am a hockey player! You want me to play on 1 leg, huh? I'll play on 1 leg!!"
"5 seconds left on the game! Do you believe in miracles? YES!!"
"When you put on that jersey, you represent yourself and your teammates; and the name on the front is a hell of a lot more important than the one in the back! Get that through your head!"