Captain Canada: Bristol? Where the hell is Bristol? It’s not in England, is it? Buncha pantywaists.
Major Mullet: Naw. It’s in Connecticut, eh.
Captain Canada: Well, that’s all right then. That Pat Verbeek was a heckuva player. Little guy, but tough as nails. He didn’t need any dispy-dos to score goals. Just played hard and went to the net, like a good Ontario boy should.
Major Mullet: Well, coach, now that we’re joining forces down here, what’s the next step? Mexico? Finland?
Captain Canada: Finland?! Finland?! Don’t get me started. I’d like to punch that Esa Tikkanen right in the mush. No, I’ve got bigger plans.
Major Mullet: Are you sure? Cause they’ve got some nice beaches in Mexico, and the ladies there really dig pinstripe suits.
Captain Canada: Forget Mexico, Melrose.
Major Mullet: Hey, you’re revealing my secret identity!
Captain Canada: Secret schmecret. Every time you open your mouth you give yourself away. Now listen up: Have I ever told you about my little brudder?
Major Mullet: You’ve got a brudder? Where?
Captain Canada: He’s in the NBA. We’re taking over a whole ‘nother sport, sport.