The Cutting Edge
1992
Kate: What do you shower once a week? Doug: Is that an invitation?
Anton: Douglas, you are stem, Katia, you are petal. Together, you make flower.
Kate: I swear, you let me down and it'll take them a month to count the blade marks on your back.
(Preparing to lift Kate) Doug: You want me to put my hands *where*?
Kate: I'm sure I don't do anything you would find exciting. I don't open beer bottles with my toes, I don't sit around and count what's left of my teeth, hey, I don't even enjoy a good tractor pull. Doug: Life of the party, huh? Place must be crawling with guys. Kate: As a matter of fact, I do have a boyfriend. Doug: Well there's a rough gig. What do you do, keep him chained up in the basement? Kate: Hale at the moment is working in my father's London office, he's an MBA - Harvard. You may have heard of it. They do have a hockey team. Doug: He must be very smart. I bet you look pretty good from a few thousand miles away.
Kate: Just who the hell do you think you are? Doug: I know exactly who I am, sweetheart, I'm a guy who came a long way for lunch. Kate: Oh, well, please don't let me keep you from the trough.
Doug: Well, actually it's kind of interesting. I've been, I've been doin' a little figure skating. Old man in back of bar: Finger painting?
Kate: Excuse me. Naked male insecurity really leaves me cold.
Hale: I don't like to see her upset. Doug: If I was you, I'd invest in blindfolds.
(On the First Olympic Skate Doug has the top button unbuttoned) Kate: You are an immature asshole of the lowest order. Doug: If it was forty below and that button meant the difference between a long satisfying life and a cold horrible death from hypothermia, I still wouldn't give you the satisfaction! Skate!
Kate: If you're so bored, why don't you read? Doug: You mean like a book? Kate: That is the generally accepted format, yes. Kate: What was the last book you read? You were in college? Doug: The last thing I read in college was a letter canceling my scholarship when I couldn't play anymore. Kate: Okay, high school. Doug: I was a hockey player. The only thing I had to read was a scoreboard. Kate: And they graduated you? Doug: They revered me. I was a God. Kate: What a tragic commentary on our times.
Pamchenko: Spindler say before he skate with her he wear garlic from neck and sleep with cross.
Kate: The only problem he has is finding his zipper fast enough!
Kate: That's silly. We'd never get along. I mean, look at us, we're always fighting. Hale: Foreplay.
Doug: Hey, there's only two things I do well, sweetheart, and skating's the other one!
Pamchenko: She is tremendous skater. But always becoming the big "B." What a bitch!
Kate Mosley: I love you. Doug Dorsey: Just remember who said it first.
Doug Dorsey: I've been meaning to tell you - that book you gave me? It's pretty good. Kate Mosley: Really. Using it as a doorstop, or a coaster?
Doug Dorsey: Great Expectations. Kate Mosley: Well, it was either that or "Curious George Plays Hockey". I took a chance.
Hale: Kate, what are you looking for? Kate: Nothing! My earring!
(Doug drops Kate on her rear) Kate: (shouting) You, you cretin! Doug: Guess that move needs some work.
(repeated line) Kate: Toe pick!
Doug Dorsey: (at the hospital after Kate hit his nose with a hockey puck) Toe pick!
(Doug is carrying Kate's flowers and walking her back to her room after their short program win. The long program is the next day) Doug: Man this overnight thing is brutal. Why can't it be a double header, you know? Short program, long program. Same night, boom, we're out of here, you know what I mean? Kate: Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Doug: It's like 'Enough already!' It's like... what's the word? You know what word I'm looking for? You know what I mean? Kate: (talking as she tries to open her door) I don't know, uhhh, expectation? (Doug shakes his head) Anticipation? Excitment? Doug: (snaps his fingers) Foreplay! (Kate looks up in shock, Hale just told her that's what her fighting with Doug was) Kate: (stunned voice) Foreplay? Doug: Yeah, you know, like foreplay. Kate: Yeah, I know what it means. Doug: Well, wouldn't you rather just get right to it? Kate: What? Doug: Skating. Long program. (Kate is staring at him, wide-eyed, not seeming to understand) Doug: Chicago? Nationals? (holds up her bouqet) Flowers? (Kate, still stunned, takes her flowers) Kate: Sleep. I'd rather sleep. (She goes into her room, leaving Doug very confused outside)
Kate: It's Christmas and I skate for you. I have the flu and I skate for you. I have a boyfriend in London that I never see. I skate everyday for you, so you can play Dr Frankenstein with this guy. I skate every morning for seven months so you can give him two days to go off whoring in New York City? Anton: Is not entirely correct. (pause) He went to Boston.