Love Story

- More than the All-Ivy title?

- A lot more.

Cornell goal,

Score tied, 3-3,

Come on, man! Quit!

I'll kick your ass back to Montreal!

Get up!

You're out of the game, Barrett.

Come on!

- Je vais te casser la gueule!

- I'll break yours before mine!

Come on, Barrett, get off the ice!

You Montreal faggots!

What?! Francis LaPierre

started the fight!

- Get in!

- Come on!

Five minutes for number seven. Fight.

Penalty, Barrett, Harvard,

Five minutes for fighting,

You probably want a steak, son.

No, thanks. The doctor took care of it.

I meant for your stomach, Oliver.

- I'm supposed to eat with the team.

- Oh, that's fine.

- Does your face hurt?

- No, sir.

- Jack Wells should take a look at it.

- That's not necessary.

- Jack's a specialist.

- It's nothing special.

- My car's there. Can I give you a lift?

- I'll walk you to your car.

Have you heard from the Law School?

I haven't exactly decided

on the Law School.

I was merely asking

if the Law School had decided on you.

- No.

- There really isn't any doubt.

- About what?

- The school needs good men like you.

- They haven't got a hockey team.

- You have other qualities, Oliver.

I'm sorry you had to see Harvard lose.

I came to see you play.

The Dean of the school

is an old classmate...

That's very nice, sir.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, sir.

- Give my best to Mother.

- Yes, I will.

Briggs Hall. Sandy Davidson.

Jennifer Cavilleri.

You have a call.

She's in the downstairs phone booth.

- Where is that?

- Around the corner.

Would you please...

For God's sake, Phil!

Yes. Yeah, yeah,

for the million-and-oneth time, yeah!

Absolutely! Oh, I love you, too, Phil.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Goodbye.

- What happened? You look terrible.

- I'm injured.

Did you make

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