:11:03
Hailing from the wide-open plains ofTexas,
a former rodeo champion...
:11:07
...and first-round draft pick by
the prestigious National Hockey League...
:11:11
...back in the States.
Considered the next Wayne Gretzky...
:11:14
...he refused a king's ransom from the NHL
to play here in a real man's league.
:11:20
The Red Horsemen's sure bet
for Rookie of the Year...
:11:22
...who kills his stubble each morning
with a Wilkinson Sword Tri-flex.
:11:27
Here he is, your very own...
:11:30
...Jonathan Cross.
:11:53
Please, my friends, sit down. Have a seat.
:12:00
You are his boy. Looks like Alexi's
got himself some hot investors.
:12:06
Vodka!
:12:10
You got your armadillo on?
:12:13
Jesus, you're an idiot.
:12:21
You want to be a paraplegic?
:12:24
Do you know what those guys
can do to your spine?
:12:26
Gotta catch me first, Rid.
:12:28
-Right. It's your face.
-Yes, Mother.
:12:31
At least do it up.
:12:32
-Okay, Mom.
-Stubborn bastard.
:12:34
Toba!
:12:36
Okay, Toba! Big roar now!
Let's hear it! Let's go!
:12:40
Great roar, Toba! Now, you hang tight
up there tonight, okay?
:12:44
You, too, Jonathan.
:12:46
All right.
:12:52
Listen up, thugs.
:12:53
Got our butts kicked last game,
but we're not going down again.
:12:56
Are you?
:12:58
-I didn't hear an answer! Are you?
-No!