♪ LAF ♪
♪ Listen up boy ♪
♪ Met the shawty at the sherman ♪
♪ She was a lil nervous 'cause of my reputation ♪
♪ I'm a bad influence ♪
♪ She never met a real G Never seen a whole click ♪
♪ Bsackwood always lit throwing gang signs in this bitch ♪
♪ Yeah I'm from the east salute my niggas from the west ♪
♪ Everybody chillin time to give your gun a rest ♪
♪ Everybody drippin nobody wearing a vest ♪
♪ Yeah we out here tonight we blowing a check ♪
♪ Blow it up throw it up show me where you from ♪
♪ Roll it up spark it up yeah that's how I do it ♪
♪ 100 no cap always keep it real ♪
♪ On the ice or in the streets yeah that how I live ♪
♪ Took yo shawty home I got a brand new recliner ♪
♪ She playing with my kids while I'm rollin marijuana ♪
♪ Light up the blunt yeah I do it where I wanna ♪
Veteran presence.
- What's his name? - Dolo.
- And he's a rap singer? - What's a fucking rap singer?
- Picture the rope on that dude. - Aren't you dating a girl?
- Bet it's an absolute bat. - Could we go in order?
- What order? - The order of the plan.
- What plan? - The plan you asked for.
They sent us over a PDF file of the sluts they wanna bring on.
- No, we didn't. - Sluts?
- You. - Who?
Hockey players. Sluts.
- Why do they have a GPS file? - A what?
Well, we put everything in the duotangs.
What happened to handing out the duotangs?
Huh? - I put 'em--
- Duotangs? - You asked for a plan.
Yeah, so then, we put the plan in the duotangs,
we were gonna give you each a duotang.
- Of the plan. - So then why do they have
a PBS file? Huh? - Well, we were--
I took Miigwan out for sandos to kinda clear the air
after the party island squeezer and--
Nobody cares about the squeezer, Sanguinet.
And I had the doc of the plan on my phone to print off
and put in the duotangs... so I just sent it to them as a PDF.
A what?
Wheels are falling straight off this bitch.
- Just give us the duotangs. - Even though we already got
the file and Googled the sluts.
So, is Dolo a hockey player or a rap... ist.
- Could we just go in order? - Ugh, I'm gonna fucking kick you, dude.
- For what?! - Sanguinet, just pass out the duotangs and sit down.
Holy!
Oh my God.
Slow down.
- OK. Ready? - Me?
- Oh my God. - Any time.
So, you say the kids don't love winning.
I said they don't hate losing.
Maybe that's why the Soo's outscored us
19-0 this season. - The Soo are so fucking good.
And these are the guys to show them how to play?
- Veteran presence. - Well, it's on now.
And we do what we say we're gonna do.
- I want bums in seats, Shoresy. - I want bums in--
- If you just open-- - Shut the fuck up, Sanguinet.
Any time.
Yeah, so...
First up's my buddy, Goody.
- Oh my fucking God, Shoresy. - What, do you know him?
You kick and scream about the duotangs,
and then you start your presentation off with,
"First up's my buddy, Goody."
It's a good thing you're funny, Ziigs,
since you're the uglier sister.
- No, she's not. - Well...
Shoresy, you're about the dumbest sounding fuck ever.
I don't even have to present.
You already gave me the money to bring 'em in.
They're already on airplanes.
All stocked up on ice cream--
- Shut the fuck up-- - Alright! Just keep going.
Tell us about Brent Goodleaf.
Brant!
Well, he'll have to tell us about him
because you scratched and pulled hair over the duotangs
and it's literally just a picture of the guy and his name.
Yeah, well, two words on that page
and Nat read one of 'em wrong, so it's like--
And normally, people's names start with a capital letter,
you fucking idiot. - You're such a twat, Ziig.
Just go.
Yeah, so...
His name's Brant Goodleaf.
And we call him Goody. Mm-hmm.
And he's from Six Nations, which is down south--
Sorry, I can't, dude.
You sound so fucking stupid when you try to be serious.
Like, tell me he doesn't sound like he's in grade two.
Like the slow kid that has to put his desk beside the teacher
so he doesn't flick his snot. - Shoresy!
Walk out that door and I'll fold this shit so fast.
I'm getting fucking peppered over here.
It's fucking batting practice.
We've all gotta shake some balls in our lives. Zii?
Can he score? - Lead the league.
- Which league? - The show.
- He played in the NHL? - The other one.
- Which? - Lacrosse.
He doesn't play hockey anymore.
Just making sure we're all hearing that.
Well, he played Junior A growing up. In hockey.
And they wanted him to play pro.
But it's just, in lacrosse,
they wanted him to play in the show.
I broke bank for a guy who doesn't even play anymore?
You broke bank for four guys who don't play anymore.
I'm gonna fucking kick you, dude.
- For what?! - You fucking basic.
Well, they're all studs. I wouldn't bring 'em in
if they weren't studs. - Hockey's like riding a bike.
Everybody's already on a team.
I had to find guys who aren't already on a team.
- Mm-hmm. - Like, you think guys who are
already on a team are just gonna fuck off
to Sudbury to play in the NOSHO? So dumb.
- Sud-berry. - Hey!
You brought in four guys who don't play anymore?
- You want bums in seats? - I wanna shoot myself
in the face. - We'll never lose again.
And yeah, so... Goody loves chicken.
Well, that's vital.
- Critical. - Crucial.
- Integral. - Thank you so much
for that urgent tidbit on your buddy Goody.
- You bet. - You simple-minded fuck.
- Hey, come on, my man. - Next!
- Dolo. - Yeah, so,
up next, a guy named Jonathan Diaby.
He's from Blainville, Quebec.
Just picture the rope on that dude.
- Bro, get gayer. - Guy's a former 3rd round pick
to the show. The hockey one.
Stay-at-home defenceman. Awful to play against.
Huge clapper.
You call your dicks clappers now?
- Clapper's a slap shot. - Yeah, and a shot is when you
direct the puck towards the net with your stick, Ziig,
you fucking ditz. - But now he raps?
- He's a rapper, Nat. - I've got a video.
So, he was drafted to the show,
but gave it up for the rap game?
Rap game's a bit overkill, Nat.
She's doing it on purpose now.
How long has it been since he played?
He played in that Quebec Senior League
a couple of years ago. Made the news
for losing his mind when him and his parents
got called the N word at a game. - As he should.
What happened to the player who called him that?
No, no, no.
No one on the ice is dumb enough to fuck with him.
He'll pop your nose out the back of your head.
There was a drunk fan and he got jacked up.
I think I'd bend for that boy.
- You speak French? - Do you speak Ojibwe?
Better learn, 'cause he'll only speak French to you.
Formidable.
So, who's my next former hockey player?
Yeah, so, up next, my buddy Hitch.
He's from Mount Pearl, Newfoundland.
And it's kinda funny because his full name's Ted Hitchcock,
but if you say it real fast,
it sounds like ten-inch cock.
Well, gents. I can't wait to hear about "Ten inch cock".
I almost believe it at this point.
Veteran presence.
Like, he's a former 1st round pick in the show.
So it's like... - Like riding a bike, my guy.
Sanguinet, shut the fuck up.
We seem to be trending upward here.
Finally.
So, you know how Goody loves chicken?
Yeah, Hitch loves Martinis.
Calls 'em Martoonies. So...
It's good to always have a bottle of gin on hand,
'cause, boy, Hitch loves Martoonies.
- Anything else? - Well, he's from Newfoundland,
so it's kinda tough to understand what he's saying
a lot of the time. - Newfie talk?
- Ever been to Newfoundland? - No.
You wouldn't call 'em Newfies if you had.
- "Lard" Jesus. - "Yes, b'y."
OK, last but not least.
Yeah, so, this one's a bit of a tough pill
to get down the gullet. - Why?
A bit of history there.
Jean-Jacques Francois Jacques-Jean.
Jean-Jacques Francois Jacques Jean.
JJ Frankie JJ.
Jean-Jacques Francois Jacques-Jean
known by teammates as JJ Frankie JJ.
Played against him in the National Senior Championship.
And then?
Frankie, I'm gonna be in your kitchen all night.
Frankie, get the mozza burger
out of your mouth, you fucking fatso.
Holy fuck, Frankie, you look like you love a good slice.
You get axed from the show and just start hammering slices or what?
If the cup was a slice, you think you'd work
a little harder, you fucking pizza face?
Hey, go eat some fondue, you fucking manatee.
- Ah-ha! - Hey, have another Baconator,
you fucking walrus. - Fuck you.
- How'd it end? - W.
I meant between you and him.
Hey, Shoresy.
Hey! I'll send your stuffed crust
to the emergency room, you fat fucking pig!
You Bobby Clark'd him
with a golf swing and he still answered your call?
- Why? - He's a pretty big deal
in Quebec. Like, he's dated pretty much
every Quebecois starlet there is.
- French girls. - Frankie loves them ladies.
I asked why he's coming here.
Because there's an impossible amount
of good-looking girls in Sudbury.
- He played in the show. - Sounds like bums in seats.
- Veteran presence. - When do they get here?
Pretty soonski. They're all on the same flight from Toronto.
Well, drop off their shit and come by mine for a little mixer.
- Oh yeah, a little mingler? - A little BBQ.
- I'll barbecue. - A little BBQ mixer mingler.
I'll have the new sponsor jerseys for you guys too.
They're called sweaters, Ziig, keep up.
- Suck my dick. - We Jeepin' it, my dude?
Shut the fuck up, Sanguinet.
Turn it fucking down.
So dumb.
Yeah, so, you know, it's like I said.
Obviously, there's only one rule, it's:
Don't touch the bird. - Birds are unreal.
Big Sexy.
I never seen one so pretty as that.
Yeah, he'll talk a wee bit too, eh, Big Sex?
- Tit fucker. - Yeah, so, it's like I said.
Obviously, I got two beds, my bed then another bed.
Then there's the couch. So, gonna have to double up.
Pole to pole or hole to hole, by's.
Yeah, let's make sure no one's waking up to the other guy
sleeping hole to hole or anything like that. It won't be me.
I'd never do anything like that.
Tit fucker.
We've established that, Frankie.
Oh yeah, Frankie on the couch,
since he's such a fucking potato.
Tit fucker.
I'll just jump in with Goody.
- Settle down. - Yeah, 'cause like Dolo
and Hitch are gonna be defense partners,
so makes sense that they'd bunk up.
Do ya like Martoonies, me son?
Well, yes sir, buddy, you stay right there,
I'll bring one where you're at. - Yup. We've got a ton
of ice cream in the fridge too. So, all set there.
Sweet Jesus, b'y, what ya got there?
- Sanguinet got drumsticks. - Love a good stick.
You know what's Goody, b'y, best kind.
Sticks are unbelievable.
- Tit fucker. - And yeah, so then we'll go
to a little mingler at the GMs here.
We'll go pretty soon there, yeah.
What, do you want to have a stick now?
Quick stick before we go where they're to.
- Yeah, alright. - Sticks are unbelievable.
Hm, come on with it, then.
Fucking don't even have to ask Frankie.
That's one of the better sticks I've ever had.
Fuck. Forgot to call me parents.
- Did you not call your parents? - Settle down.
Mom's gonna be right rotted.
Did none of yous not call your parents?
She's gonna be right crooked, she is.
So, like, you took an airplane
and then didn't call your parents to say you got here safe?
Tit fucker.
Well, you better call 'em, let 'em know you got here safe.
I don't know, they must be big shots taking airplanes every day
of the week or something, getting here not calling their parents.
No, they got here two hours ago
and they still haven't called their parents. I know, so dumb.
Laura Mohr.
Let me just start by saying there is no other place
I would rather be in the entire world
than right here with you right now.
- Hey, Shoresy. - Can't you see, I'm just
completely taken by it. Like, I've never known a feeling like this.
- Sluts assembled? - Why are we doing this here
when we could be over at 7 Star Dumpling House?
Let's get some fuckin' bibimbap. - How do they feel
about never losing again? - How do you feel about it?
I don't care.
Oh, you are an absolute stallion.
- You're a horse face. - I won't rest 'till I get even
a shoulder pat from you. - That would be the most
a man has got from me in a very long time, Shoresy.
Hey, you ever been sitting across from someone
just trying to have a normal conversation,
fighting every urge inside yourself to just scream out,
"Yeah!" - Shut the fuck up.
Oh, I've never let myself be so vulnerable
with someone before. It feels amazing.
- You are a lot, dude. - God, would I be good to ya.
- Yeah? - I'd be good to ya
like crazy. - How good?
Like, you wake up in the morning,
I'm right there being good to you.
- That's actually unsettling. - How do you feel about
a couple steaks and some corn on the cob?
- With your four roommates? - Five!
Apologies to Big Sexy.
I'll honour ya 'till the day I die, I swear to God.
From the guy infamous for wheeling two of his friends' moms in Letterkenny.
They aren't my friends. And their moms were wheeling me.
Text me the score after the game.
- Are you not coming? - Huh?
- I got my kid this weekend.
Well, no one gets a good story from just a score.
And no one cares.
Let's say we do this next time
over a nice piping hot bowl of miso ramen?
Do you guys like paninis?
We're almost there.
- You're going to jail. - For what?
That's where our tough Natives are.
Our tough Natives are in jail?
- Tough Natives is redundant. - They work there, Shoresy.
Well, you made it sound like they were in jail.
- That is so racist. - No, it isn't.
You see, that's the problem right there,
is that your mind immediately goes to them being in jail!
It was a misunderstanding.
You're the problem. That's what's happening here
is that you're the problem. - Holy.
Yeah so, it's too bad you guys couldn't make the little mingler,
but ther'll plenty of time for another mixer,
a little team builder. A little room booster.
Yeah, so, Shoresy, Goody, JJ, Dolo, and Hitch.
And it's kinda funny with Hitch,
because his full name's Ted Hitchcock.
But if you say it real fast, it sounds like "ten-inch cock".
- Been called worse, b'ys. - I'm San--
- Roll call. We ready? - Yeah.
- Jim. - Jim.
- Two Jims. - Jim.
Are you all three Jim?
Alright, well, you'll need nicknames. What are your last names?
We'd prefer to be called by our first names.
But then you're all three Jim.
Our names are Jim.
So, you all three wanna be called Jim?
But you see how we're a bit bunged up here though, right?
Like, if Sanger calls down the bench, "Jim, you're going,"
you won't know what Jim.
Jims'll all likely be--
Shut the fuck up, Sanguinet.
Maybe if he just says Jim a different way
for each of the b'ys from where you're too,
then they'll know which ones to come where you're at.
Did you just have a stroke, Hitch?
You know, like, sing 'em.
You're having a fucking brain hematoma.
- Settle down. - Nah, like, Jim, Jim, Jim.
Hitch, it's a hockey team, it's not fucking Miss Saigon.
Why not ask the Jims what they wants?
This is not Andrew Lloyd Weber presents the Jims.
Why don't you just ask the b'ys?
'Cause I don't have fucking 525,600 minutes.
Well then, the arse has gone right out of 'er then.
Jesus Christ super star.
Alright. So, you all three wanna be Jim.
- Our names are Jim. - Yeah, I know...
your names are Jim. So, how about your Jimmer,
you're Jimmy, you're Jimbob.
So then you all get to be some version of Jim
and we don't gotta be in fucking... tats.
Our names are Jim.
Alright, you're all three Jim. That's it, that's all.
You ever have a Slim Jim?
Well, you may as well all go down to the Coulson
when you're done work and have a little beer with the boys.
And me and, who knows, maybe we'll throw on some fucking
Les Miserables for Hitch. Hey, Hitch?
You gonna wear that or your fucking Technicolor dream coat?
Fucking Phantom of the Opera.
A Newfie, a Native, and two Quebeckers.
Veteran presence.
Sanguinet is such a cutie-patootie.
He doesn't even have a hockey butt.
You sweet on any of 'em?
You don't get sweet on sluts. You just take 'em down.
Would you take any of them down?
I'd take down a caribou if it meant bums in seats.
I think the caribou would have to take you down.
They better be talking Ws.
Fucking, you take popcorn chicken over popcorn shrimp?
Chicken's unbelievable.
Holy. Popcorn chicken over popcorn shrimp.
Well, that's some mainlander if I ever seen one.
- Even if it was at Red Lobster? - Alright, alright.
OK, would you take popcorn chicken
over just regular movie theatre popcorn, but with butter?
But it's for the rest of your life.
- Settle down. - Here's a club soda, my guy.
- Thanks, Sanger. - She's bad luck cheersing
with a water, though.
I'll just go easy, I gotta work later.
Well, a little bit more than that.
Game one of four on deck.
Everyone of 'em, sudden deathski.
You know what I mean though in that the caribou would have
to take you down? - Yup.
Like, a human man could take down a caribou,
but a woman couldn't 'cause with the caribous like--
Anatomy.
Yeah. The caribou--
Well, the caribou would have to do all the work.
Yeah. And that's why I said
a caribou would have to take you down.
Better be all hockey over there.
By's, can we get on the go with the cheese for the burgers or what?
Whew! Sanger, that's some good-looking cuisine.
Mine are chicken burgers.
What, you wanna throw the singles on there now?
- Settle down. - Like, you means Kraft singles?
Yeah, I think it's a good time to throw the singles on now.
You know, shredded cheese is kind of more for tacos I think.
Like, what are you talking, like a little Italian blend?
- Sanger. Ever had gelato? - Maybe a little Tex-Mex?
Yeah, it's a bit fancy, but...
You ever put singles on a taco, me son?
Well, that's a good way to ruin a taco, Hitch.
- One time out on the boat. - Whew!
Look at Sanger with the singles here.
Might even double single 'em, boys.
It's fucking "two singles" Sanger here now.
Tacos are unbelievable.
- Timmins tomorrow night. - Fucking Timmers.
- Home of Shania Twain. - Pff.
It don't impress me much, brother.
- Celine. - Still the one.
At least we're on our own barn.
I hate those big fucking Dutchmen.
Dutch last names are so fucking long and Dutch,
they barely fit on the backs of their sweaters.
They look fucking ridiculous.
- Klumpenhouwer. - Blankenbiller.
- De Bardeladen. - Schowengerdtner.
- Van Zandermeulen. - De Rentmeester.
- Van Benschoten. - Sollenbergerstadt.
- And of course... - The Apeldoorns.
Dutchmen always have tons of kids,
so they can help with chores on the farm.
So, Timmins has the 8 previously mentioned Dutchmen.
- Klumpenhouwer. - Blankenbiller.
- De Bardeladen. - Schowengerdtner.
- Van Zandermeulen. - De Rentmeester.
- Van Benschoten. - Sollenbergerstadt.
And then, the Apeldoorns.
- Eight of them. Brothers. - Big fuck off, Dutch farm boys.
You'll know which ones are the youngest brothers
because they've had their gear handed down brother by brother
over the years and it's barely fucking intact.
Like, they got like frayed toe caps on their skates
like they're super pov.
They look like they pulled them out of the dump.
When they got to Junior, instead of buying half visors,
they just torched the bottoms off their cages.
They look like they walked straight out of the dump.
Alley-oop. Later.
I gotta work.
Don't you wanna see your new sweaters?
There ya go, sweaters, not jerseys.
You fucking ugly sack of shit.
Well, looks like you can teach an old dog new tricks.
- Thought I was a bit young. - Well, you're for sure a dog.
Alright. We had to bring on a new sponsor
to pay for the sluts. So, Nat went out and found one.
For the sluts who aren't from here,
in Sudbury, we're known for our below-ground exports.
Copper, nickel, etcetera. But we've also become known
for a certain above-ground natural resource
over the years as well. - I gotta work.
The Sudbury Blueberry Festival
has become a massive tourist draw
since its genesis 35 years ago.
- Blueberries are unbelievable. - They've generated a ton
of dough and they've graciously volunteered to help us
pay for you sluts, so... - Fruits. Unbelievable.
- Blueberry Bulldogs? - Your new sweaters.
The Sudbury Blueberry Bulldogs.
That's what's up.
We're the Sud-berry Blueberry Bulldogs?
We get it bud, you learned how to read.
- That's fucking embarrassing. - My man, it's Sudbury--
Shut the fuck up, Sanguinet.
No, but you pronounce it Sudbury Blueberry Bulldogs.
Does it fucking matter?! It's a fruit.
May as well be called the fucking Sudbury Banana Boat Bulldogs.
- My man, just-- - Fucking Sudbury Nectarine
Neopolitan Mastiffs.
You ever had Goji berries?
It was this or fold, fucker. Go to work.
- Where's the "sy"? - What's the point?
This better not be fucking out there.
I'm gonna hear all about it.
Fucking Sudbury Fruit Salad French Spaniels.
Hey, Shoresy,
I'm looking to whip up a nice fruit cocktail for my sweetie.
Got any blueberries?
Blueberry Bulldogs sounds like a fruit snack, bud.
Might as well be the Sudbury Sour Patch Kids.
If you need a hand pickin' fruit,
there's eight Apeldoorn's comin' to town tomorrow
and the Dutch know hard work. - Honestly, bud,
the Sudbury Passion Fruits would sound tougher.
Sudbury Honey Dew Hounds.
Take that championship pedigree straight to the Soo
and get pumped for another 19.
You oughta take Sudbury
Coconut Corgis out for a test drive.
Look out boys, here come
the Pink Lady Apple Pomeranians!
What do you think about Sudbury Watermelon Westiepoos?
That'll get'em real fired up! - Where do I sign up
for the Sudbury Avocado Australian Stumpy Tail Cattle Dogs?
I'd ask why you're covering these donkeys and not us,
but I think I know the answer. - No one cares.
That's so fucking embarrassing, Shoresy.
I know. Why do you think I'm eating it?
- Embarrassing. - You know what's embarrassing,
Core? Your Mom started an OnlyFans
to try to make me jealous and I haven't laughed that hard
since Liam's mom tried the same thing.
- Fuck you, Shoresy. - Fuck you, Liam,
your mom made me a mix CD with only three bands on it.
Moist, The Wailers, and Wet Wet Wet.
- Fuck you, Shoresy. - Well, if you can dish it out,
you can take it, boys. I give your moms so much wood
they call my dick Beaver Lumber.
The Apeldoorns can't wait to take a run
at the Green Grape Goldendoodles, bud.
Yeah, tell the Strawberry Shortcake Miniature Schnauzers
we said good luck. - Go Kiwi-Pineapple Puggles!
Give your balls a tug.