The Mighty Ducks Page #3

l'm your friend, aren't l ?

Come on, Goldberg, at least try to

stop it. l'm tired of chasin' the puck.

Be careful, man.

lt almost hit me that time.

Goldberg, you're the goalie.

lt's supposed to hit you.

Does that sound stupid

to anyone else ?

Good God.

That's the hockey team.

Drive out on the ice.

lt'll be all right.

[ lndistinct chatter ]

l ain't scared.

- You don't know what you're doin'.

- Shut your face, Karp.

[ Peter ]

We're gonna get in big trouble.

- l'll take care of it.

- They're drugs, l just know it.

Yo, dude.

You obviously in the wrong hood.

This is my dominion. This is

a drug-free zone, you understand ?

We ain't buyin' nothin'.

l'm feelin' generous today.

So l'm gonna let you get your

sorry vanilla bootie outta here...

before we be usin'

your eyeballs as hockey pucks.

Thanks, bro, but l'm not goin' home

'til l take care of business.

He's got a gun.

Stand back.

Whew !

District Five Pee Wee hockey team.

l'm Gordon Bombay.

l'm the new coach.

[ Laughing ]

What a joke !

- Yeah, right.

- Afraid so, dude.

Got the roster right here.

Averman, Dave.

Conway, Charlie.

Hall, Terry.

Here's the long and the short of it.

l hate hockey and l don't like kids.

What's this supposed to be,

a pep talk ?

l'm sure this'll be

a real bonding experience.

Maybe one day one of you

will even write a book about it in jail.

- Funny.

- ls there a goalie ?

Only for a little while.

l'm movin' back to Philly.

- Thank you for sharing that.

- No problem.

All right, get out on the ice.

Let me see what you can do.

Uh, just so you know.

We really suck.

l'll decide

who sucks around here.

- Get off me.

- They really suck.

The Pete-meister.

Mr Rabble-rouser.

Passing the puck

over to Jesse-roonie, the enforcer.

- [ Grunt ]

- Ouch !

That hurt !

Oh, it's the Connie-meister,

the velvet hammer.

Hi, coach. l'm Connie.

- Do you play ?

- No. So what's our record anyway ?

We only lost by five.

We almost scored a goal too.

So what do we do now... coach ?

- What did your old coach have you do ?

- He just yelled a lot.

- That's how he hurt his arm.

- His arm ?

Yeah, one minute he's yelling

at us, ''Little bastards,

where'd you learn to play ?

Oh, you suck, you !

Skate, you little bast--'' [ Gasping ]

Heart attack. Great.

All right, look.

l gotta make a phone call.

Keep scrimmaging. You, you, you,

you and you against you four.

- We got names, you know ?

- l'm sure you do.

And l'll bet they're very nice names.

l might even learn 'em.

For now, l'll be in my office.

Oh, and if you

need anything, fax me.

Geez, what a jerk.

Where do they find

these coaches anyways ?

We're impressionable kids, right ?

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote