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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch

D-Day: Season's over, man. The Flames dropped another one.Bluto: What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!Otter: Germans?Boon: Forget it. He's rolling.Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough . . . the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go! C'mon! [He runs out of the room screaming but then returns.] What the fork happened to the Flames I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh?! This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst! "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well, JUST KISS MY A$$ FROM NOW ON!!! Not me! I'm not gonna take this! Greg Gulutzann, he's a dead man! Chiasson, DEAD! Wideman—Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. [Otter stands up.] We gotta take these bastards. Now, we could fight 'em with conventional weapons. That could take years and cost millions of lives. Oh no. No, in this case, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.Bluto: And we're just the guys to do it.[Boon and D-Day stand.]Boon: Let's do it.Bluto: Let's do it![Everybody cheers and starts running out of the room, with Bluto still standing there.]Bluto: Go! Go! Go! Go! Go![Bluto runs out with them.]

You, and I....and maybe three other people are old enough to get that.

Nice one though.