Sid: Hey! What's all this sitting around stuff? Why are you all still sitting around here for?
Engelland: What the hell are we supposed to do, ya moron? We're down 3-0. There's nothing to fight for anymore.
Staal: Let it go. Series's over, man. Laviolette dropped the big one.
Sid: What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Bruins took a 3-1 lead in '92? Hell no!
Shero: (to Mario) Bruins?
Mario: Forget it, he's rolling.
Sid: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough... the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!
(runs out of the locker room by himself)
(returns when no one follows)
Sid: What the **** happened to the Pens I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest series of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh, we're afraid to throw a check on Giroux, we might get penalized." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Giroux, he's a dead man! Hartnell, dead! Jagr...
Malkin: Dead! Sid's right. Canadian... but absolutely right. We gotta beat these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional defense, but that could take hours of practice and would cost millions of dollars on better defensemen. No I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really passionate and desperate effort be done on somebody's part.
Sid: We're just the guys to do it.
Staal: (stands up) Yeah I agree, let's go beat them.
Fleury: Let's do it.
Sid: LET'S DO IT!!!!!!!!!
(all of the Pens stand up and run out of the locker room with Sid)
