The Cutting Edge
Kate: What were you raised in, a barn?
Doug: Honey, where I’m from we stand for the national anthem.
Anton: Pairs means two! You, you have no partner. You are skating nowhere. And you , where are you going? Back to Siberia? Skating on small pond is big fun, eh? And let me tell you, Gretzky, I am last person coming to look for you.
Kate: When we are through here, can we teach it how to breathe with its mouth closed?
Kate: 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? The final stages of Ukrainian Alcoholic Psychosis?
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.
Kate: What do you do, shower once a week?
Doug: Is that an invitation?
Doug: If we 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 skatings’ the other one.
Kate: God, you really are a Neanderthal.
Doug: I hate to tell you, but I’m from Minnesota, thats south of Neanderthal.
Kate: What were you planning on doing when your gladiatoring days were over?
Doug: You can bet your tights I never thought I’d be working a freak show like this.
Kate: I’m surprised you don’t chuck it all and start your own think tank.
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 a conversation here?
Kate: I was just simply asking if you knew how to read.
Doug: Yes. Doug. Can. Read.
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 existence, 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. I bet you look pretty good from a few thousand miles away.
Doug: Well, you know Kate.
Hale: Yes I do, and I don’t like to see her upset.
Doug: If I were you, I would invest in blindfolds.