-..ready forboarding at gate two.

Please have your tickets available.

Hey! Hey!

- You the Hansons? - Fuckin' machine took my quarter.

Who are you?

Reggie Dunlop, the coach.

- Grab your gear and let's get goin'. - OK. Come on, Steve, let's go.

- It took my quarter. - Think they show Speed Racer here?

Hey, guys! Wait up.

Look what I got!

- You guys triplets? - No, I'm in the middle.

Steve's 20 and Jeffs 18.

- Where are you from? - Iron League.

- The lron League, huh? A lot of fights? - Nah.

Hey, I want a soda!

We paid for a week, then you gotta find a room of your own.

OK, Coach. Gimme a grape or an orange, and none of that stinkin' root beer!

- We go on the road tomorrow mor...

We're on the road in the morning.

- Bus leaves the War Memorial at 8am. - I gave you a quarter at the bus station.

Give me another dime. I'm savin' a dime to call Mom.

Jesus Christ.

You cheap son of a bitch. Are you crazy? Those guys are retards!

I got a good deal on those boys. The scout said they showed a lot of promise.

They brought their fuckin' toys with 'em!

I'd rather have 'em play with their toys than with themselves.

They're too dumb to play with themselves.

Every piece of garbage on the market, you gotta buy it!

Reg. Reg, that reminds me.

I was coachin' in Omaha in 1948

and Eddie Shore sends me this guy that's a terrible masturbator.

Couldn't control himself. He would get deliberate penalties

so he could get into the penalty box all by himself,

and damned if he wouldn't, you know...

- Oh, Joe. Jesus. - What was his name?