It Never Gets Easier

Part III Chapter LXI

"Fulton and Portman are gonna get misconduct penalties here. They're ushered into the penalty box where
they join Wu and they're still going wild. Now there's three Bash Brothers."

"Olaf!"

"Ja!"

"Destroy!"

"Connie, be careful out there. They're gunning for you."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine."

"Iceland on the attack again. Uberjavik fires the puck in the corner. Connie Moreau over to get it. Sanderson has her lined up."

"Get out of there, Connie!"

"Yee-haw!"

"No, Dwayne!"

"I'm comin', Connie."

"Alright! Get up there! Where I come from, we treat ladies with respect."

"Thank you, Dwayne, but I'm no lady. I'm a Duck!"

"Come on!"

"Way to go, you little filly. I'll get you for that."

"Referee taking Robertson over to the penalty box. What are they gonna call this penalty? It's two minutes for roping? That's a new one on me. We're at the end of the second period. Iceland has a commanding four to one lead."

"This isn't a hockey game. It's a circus.
Did you all enjoy that?"

"Yeah!"

"So did they, because they're still three points up and we're one period away from defeat."

"If we can't beat them, we might as well keep our pride."

"Yeah."

"Jesse, that's not pride. Sure, when Dwayne roped that big oaf, part of me cheered. But, guys, I've been there.
I know how you feel. I wanted to cream that jerk that busted my knee when I played in the minors. And I really, really wanted to go after Stansson for that cheap shot. But you know what? My knee will heal. And if I become someone I'm not if I sink to their level, well, then, I lost more than my knee. You understand?"

"Yeah."

"We're not goons. We're not bullies. No matter what people say or do, we have to be ourselves. You. Who are you?"

"Dean Portman."

"From where?"

"Chicago, Illinois."

"You."

"Guy Germaine."

"From where?"

"St. Paul, Minnesota."

"You."

"Jesse Hall from Minneapolis, Minnesota."

"Who are you?"

"Julie Gaffney from Bangor, Maine."

"Luis Mendoza. Miami, Florida."

"Greg Goldberg. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania."

"Les Averman. Brooklyn Park, Minnesota."

"Fulton Reed. Stillwater, Minnesota."

"That's right!"

"Russ Tyler. South Central Los Angeles."

"Charlie Conway. Minneapolis, Minnesota."

"Ken Wu. San Francisco, California."

"Connie Moreau. Minneapolis, Minnesota."

"Adam Banks. Edina, Minnesota."

"Kaylah Bedwell. Connersville, Indiana."

"Dwayne Robertson. Austin, Texas."

"Michele MacKay. Duluth, Minnesota."

"And I'm Gordon Bombay. Minneapolis, Minnesota. We're Team U.S.A., gathered from all across America. And we're gonna stick together. You know why?"

"Because we are Ducks. And ducks fly together."

"That's right, Jan. And just when you think they're about to break apart."

"Ducks fly together!"

"And when the wind blows hard and the sky is black."

"Ducks fly together!"

"And when the roosters are crowing and the cows are spinning circles in the pasture!"

"Um. Okay."

"Ducks fly together!"

"And when everyone says it can't be done. Ducks fly together."

"Now, new Ducks and old Ducks must unite under a new banner. And I thought perhaps something like this."

"Princess. You're here."

"Of course I am."

"Why didn't you tell me that you would be released today?"

"I wanted to surprise you. Am I not allowed to surprise you? Now, Ducks. I thought we could use a lot of encouragement. So my cousins Tristan and Kyle Fischer brought their teams here with them to cheer us on."

"The Chicago Blackhawks and Indy Fuel?"

"And I thought I'd sing out the Ducks version of Hall of Fame by The Script. Just my own little edit of the song."

"The Ducks version?"

"Yeah, we can be the greatest, we can be the best
We can be the King Kongs bangin' on our chests
We can beat the world, we can win the war
We can talk to God, go bangin' on his door
We can throw your hands up, We can beat the clock
We can move a mountain, we can break rocks
Some will call that practice, some will call that luck
But either way we're going to the history books

Standing in the Hall of Fame
And the world's gonna know our names
'Cause we burn with the brightest flame
And the world's gonna know our names
And we'll be on the walls of the Hall of Fame

We can go the distance, we can run a mile
We can walk straight through hell with a smile
We can be a hero, we can get the gold
Breaking all the records they thought would never be broke
Yeah, do it for our people, do it for our pride
How are we ever gonna know if we never even try?
Do it for our country, do it for our names
'Cause there's gonna be a day, when we're

Standing in the Hall of Fame
And the world's gonna know our names
'Cause we burn with the brightest flame
And the world's gonna know our names
And we'll be on the walls of the Hall of Fame
On the walls of the Hall of Fame

Be students, be teachers
Be politicians, be preachers
Be believers, be leaders
Be astronauts, be champions
Be truth seekers

Be students, be teachers
Be politicians, be preachers
Be believers, be leaders
Be astronauts, be champions

Standing in the Hall of Fame
And the world's gonna know our names
'Cause we burn with the brightest flame
And the world's gonna know our names
And we'll be on the walls of the Hall of Fame

Yeah, we can be the greatest, we can be the best
We can be the King Kong bangin' on our chests
We can beat the world, we can win the war
We can talk to God, go bangin' on his door
We can throw your hands up, we can beat the clock
We can move a mountain, we can break rocks
Some will call that practice, some will call that luck
But either way we're going to the history books
Standing in the Hall of Fame"

"Is that all you got?"