Jack Frost Page #3

Anything but a Jeep is a sissy car.

I'd get you some diamonds.

AII I need is you.

I Iove you, Gab.

I Iove you too.

'Cause when you're near

There's such an air

Of spring

About it

I bet you wouId Iike|a snow bIower, though.

Lift it up.

I don't remember you hanging|this many Iights Iast year.

That's because I didn't hang this many.

LittIe straighter.|Yours is crooked on that side.

If you come down a bit at your end. . . .

You've come too far now.

See, you've gone too far there--

Be carefuI, Mac.

You don't want to be on the wrong end|of that Ieft hook.

Bye, baby.

I'II be in the car.

Front of the goaI, shoots.

Hit the post.

A IittIe wide. But nice shot.|Who taught you that shot?

Coach Gronic.

Dicky Gronic?

Dicky Gronic is your coach?|He can't pIay hockey.

Dad, Sid Gronic.

Sid Gronic's good.|Sid Gronic's very good.

He's one of the best,|if he couId stay out of prison.

What was that?

That's something I caII the ''J-shot. ''

-Teach me.|-Come here.

You're big enough to handIe this now.

-We got to go.|-Be with you in one second.

HoId on a minute.

Say the guy's coming down|right here, defensive man.

Bring it on the stick's toe.|Back to the heeI.

Now cut Ioose.

There you go. Nice shot.|Very good.

-I stiII don't get it.|-I'II show you when I come back.

But I need it for today's game.

Teach you when I come back.

But, Dad, I want to--

''Butt Dad''?

Did you just caII me ''Butt Dad''?

Is that the kind of thing|Coach Gronic teaches you? Butt Dad?

By the way, that wouId|make you Butt Boy. Bye.

Bye, Butt FamiIy.

See you in a whiIe.

Love you guys. Bye.

AII right.

Oh, man.

First period's behind us.

Forget about it.|God knows l'm going to try.

I know you're just kids.

And we're reaIIy here to teach you. . .

. . .fair pIay and sportsmanship|and aII that crap.

But I am so tired of Iooking|up at that scoreboard. . .

. . .and seeing that we're behind|the DeviIs again. . .

. . .and again. . .

. . .and again. . . .

Lighten up, Dad.

Sorry.

History is made by winners.

Conquerors.

Barbarians.

Now, I want you to go out there. . .

. . .and wipe the ice|with their fiIthy butts!

AII right?!

PIay cIean.|Have a good game.

Come on, guys.|Let's whup them!

Hey, Rory.

Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?

Let's nail it this time. You're|getting tighter. We're almost there.

Come on, CharIie!

Oh, man. Oh, man. Oh, man.

-Good Iuck, Jack.|-Afraid I'm going to need it.

-See you Iater.|-AII right, man. Thanks.

I hope it's not bad.

How bad is it in there?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

-Something smeIIs good--|-You promised him.

Why'd you go and do that, Jack?

I've toId you. If you're not going|to be there, don't say you wiII be.

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