Burke needs to channel his inner Bluto.
Conroy: War’s over, man. Tampa dropped the big one.
Burke: Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Eric Francis: Germans?
Conroy: Forget it, he’s rolling.
Burke: And it ain’t over now. ‘Cause when the goin’ gets tough…
[
thinks hard]
Burke: the Flames get truculent’! Who’s with me? Let’s go!
[
runs out, alone; then returns]
Burke: What the #### 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 make a trade for you Burkie, we might get in trouble.” Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I’m not gonna take this. Cammalleri, he’s a dead man! Stempniak, dead! Stajan…