The Cutting Edge
Quotes
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Doug (bolts up in bed): It's one o'clock . . . it's one o'clock
in the afternoon!! I got a game! What the hell happened to the alarm? I'm
supposed to be on the ice!
Geeta: You say nein. Ist das nicht richtig?
Doug: Yeah, nine . . . nine o'clock!
Geeta: Ja, nein (emphatically).
Doug (talking to himself as he grabs items): Badge . . . shirt.
. .
Geeta: You say nein alarm? Is mistake?
Doug: No. No mistake. This is great, late for the Olympics.
I'm just about 4 hours late here Rita.
Geeta (with a heavy German accent): Rita?
Doug: I don't believe this.
Geeta (in disbelief): Rita?
Doug (looks up at her): Leeta?
Geeta (in further disbelief): Leeta!?
(pause)
Doug: Anita.
Geeta (madder than hell): Namen Geeta. Geeta!! (throws stuffed
animal at Doug as he runs out the door)
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Rick (sarcastically): This is the Olympics, Kate.
. . 30 million people just called their families in from the kitchen to
watch the replay. What do you think this is, Kate, Junior Pairs
'82?
Kate (shouting): No, as I recall in '82 you were still humiliating me in private. Rick: Maybe that's because you were still listening. Kate: Well if I'm going deaf it's because I've had you screaming in my ear for the last nine years! He's not giving me anything to work with. Brian (hands on hips): Rick, this is impossible! Rick (to Kate): I want to see your ass in the air. Kate: Until Hercules here learns how to lock his grip, this will have to do. (Kate skates away with her butt in the air) |
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(Doug is late for the U.S. hockey game and Kate is leaving
after practice. Doug runs into Kate in the hall and accidently knocks her
over.)
Kate: What -- what are you? Doug: Does this go up to the ice? Kate: What? Doug: Does this go up to the ice? Kate: Is that all you have to say? What were you raised in, a barn? Doug: Honey, where I'm from we stand for the national anthem. |
Doctor: For the record. You've lost 18 degrees of peripheral
vision in your right eye. Now in most cases this would be considered, uh,
an inconvenience, but for a hockey player . . .
Doug: So how long before it comes back?
Doctor (sighs): You had extreme trauma to your occipital lobe.
Doug: Doc - how long?
Doctor: You've got a blind sight, Doug. It's a permanent condition.
Doug: Well, you said there's an operation right?
Doctor: I'm afraid not.
Doug: Some micro-laser thing, uh, you open me up and (gestures
with his hands) . . .
Doctor: Doug, I've specialized in opthalmic surgery for over
15 years.
Doug: Yeah, okay, well you don't do it here but somebody somewhere,
uh, down in Mexico City they, they shoot shark piss up your nose and make
you sit in traction for 8 months, and . . .
Doctor: Doug . . . I'm sorry. I don't see professional hockey
in your future.
Walter: Doug, I got no place else to go.
Doug: You're my brother, not my boss, okay?
Anton: Jack, she is tremendous skater -- everyone is saying this.
Petite, powerful, intelligent. But always is
coming the big "B" -- what a bitch!
Jack: What about Spindler?
Anton: Spindler? Spindler say before he skate with her he wear
garlic from neck and sleep with cross.
Doug: Hey, those are figureskates, pal!
Kate (shaking Doug's hand): Oh my god.
Doug: What, my hand?
Kate: Well what do you do, soak them in battery acid?
Doug: Oh, I know they're a little rough, but you know, I've
never had any complaints before.
Kate: Oh, I'm terribly impressed. What is this, final stages
of Ukrainian alcoholic psychosis?
Doug: Hey Snow White, relax, I'm not a figure skater, I'm a hockey
player.
Kate: Then what are you doing here?
Doug: I know exactly who I am sweetheart, I'm a guy who came
a long way for lunch.
Kate: Well, please don't let me keep you from the trough.
Doug: Hey, hold on! What to do with these, uh, claws up here?
Anton: Is toe-pick.
Doug: Toe-pick? Let me guess....it has something to do with
personal hygiene?
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Doug and Kate are skating around the rink together for
the first time.
Kate: What do you do, shower once a week? Doug: What is that, an invitation? |
Doug: If we're gonna work together, you might try and be polite.
Kate: You're not gonna be here long enough to make it worth
the effort.
Doug: You don't think I can put up with your shit?
Kate: I don't think you can skate!
Doug: There are only two things I do really well, sweetheart,
and skating is the other one!
Kate: God, you really are a Neanderthal . . .
Doug: I hate to tell you, but I'm from Minnesota . . . south
of Neanderthal!
Doug: So what do you do for fun? Polish your knife collection?
Kate: I'm sure I don't do anything you would find exciting.
I don't open beer bottles with my toes, I don't sit around and count what's
left of my teeth, hey, I don't even enjoy a good tractor pull. A bit limited
existense, but I've gotten used to it.
Doug: Life of the party, huh? Place must be crawling with guys?
Kate: As a matter of fact, I do have a boyfriend.
Doug: There's a rough gig. What do you do with him? Keep him
chained up in the basement?
Kate: Hale at the moment is working at my father's London office.
He's an MBA. Harvard. You might have heard of it -- they do have
a hockey team.
Doug: He must be a very smart guy.
[Anton tells them to get started]
Doug: I bet you look pretty good from a few thousand miles away!
Kate: When we are through here, can we teach it how to breathe with its mouth closed? [smiling] Don't quit your day job!
Kate: If you're so bored, why don't you read?
Doug: What do you mean? A book?
Kate: That is an traditionally accepted format, yes.
Doug: Is this the beginning of an conversation here?
Kate: I was just simply asking if you knew how to read?
Doug: [making an neanderthal impression] Yes. Doug can read.
Doug: They revered me. I was a god!
Kate: What a tragic commentary in our times.
Doug: So where did you matriculate from?
Doug: [mocking] You were in college?
Kate: I had tutors. Excellent tutors!
Doug: You want my hands where?
[Doug and Hale confront each other at the New Year's Eve party]
Kate: If you will excuse me? Naked male insecurity really leaves
me cold.
Doug visits his family back in Minnesota and tells them about his new
activities.
Doug: Actually, it's kind of interesting. I've been doing a
little figureskating.
Walter: You've been doing a little what?
Old man in back of bar: Fingerpainting?
Kate: I skate every day for you, so that you can play Dr.
Frankenstein with this guy. I show up every morning for seven months,
so that you can give him two days to go off whoring in New York
City.
Anton: Is not entirely correct....he went to Boston.
[On the first Olympic skate Doug has the top button unbuttoned]
Kate: You are an immature asshole of the lowest order.
Doug: If it was 40 degrees below zero and that button meant
the difference between a warm satisfying life and a cold horrible death
from hypothermia, I still wouldn't give you the satisfaction! Skate!
Kate: I swear to God, you let me down now, and it'll take them
a month to count the blade marks up your back.
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Kate (drunk): Doug....Douglas...you silly thing. Please don't think. |
Kate: You look nervous....you look really nervous....How nervous
are you?....How nervous are you?
[Doug is puking his guts out]
Doug: I feel better...
Kate: What is wrong with you?
Doug: I always get tight before a game. Look at it this way,
when I played hockey, I used to have 2 helmets -- one for the game, and
one for just before.
Kate: This just come up now?
Doug: Bad choice of words.
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