Mystery, Alaska (1999)
Donna Biebe: Every ex-player turned coach says that they prefer coaching over playing. Why would they all say that?
John Biebe: Because they can't play.
'Skank' Marden: I play hockey and I fornicate, 'cause those are the two most fun things to do in cold weather.
Janice Pettiboe: It's a Rockwellian Christmas up here. Skating. Barbecues. Snow. We're here with defenseman Matt Marden, and... cut!
Charles Danner: What?
Janice Pettiboe: I can't feel my fingers.
'Skank' Marden: You need to rub 'em on a nice, warm Yuletide log.
Janice Pettiboe: I beg your pardon?
'Skank' Marden: Look, Christmas is a lonely day for a guy to be chokin' his own chicken. And as women reporters go, I find you supple.
Janice Pettiboe: Oh, that was lovely. It's a shame we weren't rolling for that.
Charles Danner: I'm sure he'd be happy to repeat it.
'Skank' Marden: [laughing] You need to relax!
Janice Pettiboe: Charles!
'Skank' Marden: Do you like massages?
[Skank leans over, bursting into laughter again]
Reporter: Did you see your daddy out there?
Joey Biebe: I have a toy pony, he takes big shits.
Mayor Scott Pitcher: And we're getting a Zamboni, Donna.
Donna Biebe: A Zamboni? Wow, I'm getting wet just thinkin' about it.
Mayor Scott Pitcher: Jesus Christ!
'Birdie' Burns: [to the doctor as Stevie is recovering in the locker room after being knocked out on the ice] How's he doing?
Dr. Henry Savage: Well, he's a little happy.
[Stevie tries to stand up and wobbles]
Dr. Henry Savage: No, no, easy son!
Stevie Weeks: [Dazed] I'm okay.
Stevie Weeks: Birdie. I'm sorry. I didn't even get the condom on. It was 'cause of your sister's breasts. They're perky!
'Birdie' Burns: [Punches Stevie in the face]
Dr. Henry Savage: [sighs] Well, he's out again.
Sarah Heinz: Mother walrus going "Thwap, thwap, thwap"?
Matt 'Skank' Marden: What?
Sarah Heinz: You wanna hear a "Thwap"?
[Heinz hits Skank with a shovel]
[Mr. Walsh is shot]
John Biebe: You okay?
Mr. Walsh: No, I'm not okay! Do I look okay? The fucker shot me! What the fuck-ass fuck of a bum-fuck shithole town is this? I make a business call. I give him my card. And the hick-ass fucker shoots my foot off! Cock-fucking shit!
Donnie Shulzhoffer: Hey, you know where a guy can get a rub and a tug around here?
John Biebe: Women don't like being referred to as fat mammals, Skank.
'Skank' Marden: I never would've said that to her face!
Bailey Pruitt: [questioning a witness in court] You don't like our little town very much, do you Mr. Walsh?
Mr. Walsh: I have nothing against your town, Mr. Pruitt.
Bailey Pruitt: Did you say, "What the fuck-ass fuck of a bum-fuck shithole town is this?"
[John is jealous after seeing his wife and Charles Danner laughing together in the stands, while John was busy trying to coach the team. Donna doesn't understand why he is upset]
Donna Biebe: John?
John Biebe: You've been smilin' a lot lately.
Donna Biebe: [smiling, still puzzled] Excuse me?
John Biebe: Ever since he came back. Charlie. You been smilin' a little more.
Donna Biebe: [finally understanding] John. That was high school.
[He walks a few steps, kicking the snow to reveal the frozen pond below. Then he kicks at the ice again and speaks metaphorically]
John Biebe: This is not a pond!
Judge Walter Burns: Hi. What's wrong?
Joanne Burns: Uh, Walter, get out. This is private.
Judge Walter Burns: I'm entitled to know what's going on under this roof. After all, I am the father of this child...
Joanne Burns: Walter, if you don't leave, I *swear* I'll tell you.
Judge Walter Burns: [pause] Right.
Bailey Pruitt: Big doings here in Mystery. Price World wants to build a store here, and now the New York Rangers are coming to town.
Judge Walter Burns: Mr Pruitt, I don't want to hear anything more about a hockey game in this courtroom. I told you about this.
Bailey Pruitt: I'm sorry your honor, I'm fat.
John Biebe: [Trying to get Tree to hit him] "You look like the back end of a moose! Sasquatch!"
'Tree' Lane: [Finally gets annoyed and hits John Biebe, knocking him flat on his back]
Police dispatcher: police radio: Johnny?
John Biebe: into radio: Yeah?
Police dispatcher: There's a helicopter hovering over town hall. Looks Russian.
Donnie Shulzhoffer: This is hockey, OK? It's not rocket surgery.