What's your problem? I'll tell you my problem. How many minutes did you play tonight, huh?...

Doug Glatt: What's your problem? Xavier LaFlamme: I'll tell you my problem. How many minutes did you play tonight, huh? Doug Glatt: Eleven. So? Xavier LaFlamme: You skate like shit, but you play eleven fucking minutes. Who the fuck are you? I'm a fucking hockey player. You steal my "A," you steal my power play. You're a fucking goon! A thug! You're fucking nothing! [punches Glatt] Doug Glatt: You are not a hockey player. And the only reason why I'm not knocking your teeth out right now is because you're on my team. Do you have any idea what would happen if I stopped watching your back? Xavier LaFlamme: Yeah. It'd be like before you came. I like that better.

- What's your problem? - I'll tell you my problem. How many minutes did you play tonight? I don't know. About eleven. - So? - You skate like shit but you play eleven fucking minutes. Who the fuck are you? I'm a fucking hockey player. You steal my A, you steal my power play. You're a fucking goon, a thug. You're fucking nothing! You're not a hockey player. The only reason I'm not knocking your teeth out is becuase you're on my team. Do you know what would happen if l stopped watching your back? Yeah. It would be like before you came. I liked that better. (EVGENl) We have not pissed together since we double-teamed Belchior's mother. - We pissed on her, too. - All right! You pissed on my leg! All right, lads, all right. We're in the shit, now. This is Quebec. Get your fucking game faces on. This is about to get ugly. We have four games left. We only need two of them. Shove your têtes carrées up their derrières