Darkwing Duck (1991) s01e51 Episode Script
Quack of Ages
# Daring duck of mystery Champion of right # Swoops out of the shadows Darkwing owns the night # Somewhere some villain schemes But his number's up # Darkwing Duck When there's trouble you call DW # Darkwing Duck # Let's get dangerous # Darkwing Duck # Darkwing, Darkwing Duck # Cloud of smoke and he appears # Master of surprise # Who's that cunning mind behind that shadowy disguise? # Nobody knows for sure But bad guys are out of luck # 'Cause here comes - # Darkwing Duck - # Look out! # When there's trouble you call DW # Darkwing Duck # Let's get dangerous # Darkwing Duck # Better watch out, you bad boys # Darkwing Duck # You'll never catch me! [laughs.]
- [beeping.]
- [Launchpad.]
Turn right, we're gaining! That was amazing the way you foiled Quackerjack's plan, DW.
Never saw anyone diffuse a bomb that way before.
Fortunately, my body absorbed the force of the explosion.
Where'd you plant the tracking device on Quackerjack, DW? [giggling.]
That pesky duck will never find my secret hideout, Mr.
Banana Brain.
- [beeping.]
- Not unless someone spills the beans.
- Which way, Launchpad? - Turn right.
- [tires screeching.]
- [both yelling.]
You stopped me from blowing up the yo-yo factory, Darkwing Duck, but I'm not done yet.
[laughs.]
The jig is up, you jaded jugheaded jack-in-the-box.
Is it my fault no one will buy my toys? All anyone wants are yo-yos.
[panting.]
If I can't destroy all the yo-yos, I'll destroy just one.
The first yo-yo.
[laughs.]
- Hey, where'd he go? - [beeping.]
That's funny, according to this thing, he's still there.
Uh, DW, why are we borrowing the SHUSH time machine? Because, Launchpad, that was no ordinary top.
Quackerjack is still in St.
Canard, only 700 years in the past.
We're going back in time, Launchpad.
Oh, boy! In time for what? In time to stop Quackerjack from destroying the first yo-yo and altering the course of toy history.
Set time coordinates for the year 1291.
And don't mess up.
What happened in 1291 ? According to this almanac, that's the year the yo-yo was invented.
By the king of medieval Canardia.
No freeway congestion, no skyscrapers blocking out the sun, and no Darkwing dollar.
- [coughing.]
- [woman gasps.]
Gadzooks! What manner of strange fish be these? - Binkie? - Nay.
Binketh be my name.
She must be Binkie's ancestor.
Ooh, what strange cloths you wear.
From whence do you hail? What would you say if I told you I was from 700 years in the future? I would say you must be an evil warlock and should be burned at the stake.
[chuckles.]
We're from Sweden.
Ooh, well, welcome to Canardia, strangers.
Alloweth me to assist you in your travels hereth.
[man.]
Make way for the King! Just the man I wanted to see.
Ooh, but none may see the king.
His new minister will not allow it.
He'll see me.
I'm Darkwing Duck.
I demand to see the king.
Halt! Herb Muddlefoot? 'Tis King Herbeth to you.
- Quackerjack! - That's Sir Quackerjack.
Sire, this man is a fraud, a fiend and a known felon.
Hold thy tongue.
Sir Quackerjack is my trusted new advisor.
The sire and I are great pals.
This guy cracks me up.
No lie.
You you jackanape! [Quackerjack.]
Guards! Guards! That puny cracker box is no match for my sophisticated knowledge of modern technology.
Ooh, but if thou wouldst allow me to helpeth.
Step aside, little fair maiden lady, I'll handle this.
[grunts.]
I am the mighty Darkwing Duck.
And I pity the poor fool who stands in my way.
Whoa, boy! [grunting.]
Where brute force fails, try agility.
If thou wouldst but listen I have calculated the precise height of the castle wall the exact arc of the trajectory, [crash.]
Give or take a few feet.
[grunting.]
Where brute force and agility fail, try ingenuity.
A present for the king! Brilliant.
Now, all I have to do is wait for Launchpad to climb out and open the castle door.
- What door, DW? - Doh! Oh, woo-hoo! Up here.
How'd you get up there? I tried to telleth you.
They never locketh the back door.
Let me place you out of harm's way.
Grave danger may await us.
Darkwing Duck creeps toward his destination with the grace and cunning of the alley cat.
- [man.]
Halt! - Oh.
[nervous chuckle.]
Do you have a phone I could use? My car broke down.
It's crazy.
[Launchpad yelling.]
[grunting.]
Oh, spies, sire! Spies and infidels! Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Darkwing Ducketh.
Magician extraordinaire, here to offer my humble services to the king.
So you are a sorcerer who consorts with the powers of darkness.
Great.
I could use a good sorcerer.
Yeah, that's right, a sorcerer.
I'm a sorcerer.
I'm an inventor, myself.
Wanna see my new invention, huh? I would be honored.
Hot dog! You'll never get that yo-yo.
How did you find me? I planted a homing device in your pal.
- [beeping.]
- Traitor! Backstabber! How could you? [both grunting.]
- [Darkwing.]
You'll never get away - Glad to see youse two getting along.
You're gonna love my new invention.
I call it the yo-yo.
[screaming.]
- What do you thinketh? - Well, needs work.
But I like it.
Oh, well I guess it's not much compared to your feats.
Yes.
Why don't you put on a little show, mighty sorcerer.
That'd be great.
Oh, gee, I'd love to, but I left my magic wand in my other suit.
- I just happen to have a spare.
- Then we're all set.
The show will commence tonight at 7:00.
I'll wow the king with a few cheap tricks, and Quackerjack will be on the street in no time.
This better be good.
It's showtime.
Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to see has never before been seen on stage, screen or On with the show, dungeon bait.
television.
Oh, look, sire, he's got someone hidden behind the curtain.
[stammers.]
Let's give a warm welcome to my lovely assistant, Binketh.
Yeah, and, oh, good.
Thank you, great.
Such loveliness I have never seen.
[giggles.]
Methinks I am smitten by his handsomeness.
Bravo, bravo! Bravo, bravo! On with the show and stuff.
Now, for my first trick, I will pull a rabbit out of my hat.
[mutters.]
It's an elusive little critter! - Where could he be? - [Launchpad.]
Here, bunny.
[panting.]
Here, bunny.
Hey, come here.
The sorcerer is a fraud.
So, what's a nice peasant like you doing in a palace like this, hmm? [giggling.]
Well, I OK, moving right along.
For my next trick, I will separate these metal rings.
Lousy piece of junk! Oh, look, sire, he's a fake! A fake, a fake! [King Herbeth.]
So, uh, wanna be my date for the royal barbeque tommoree, hmm? Well, if it pleaseth you, sire.
[giggling.]
[groaning.]
And now, a feat never before attempted.
This lovely maiden will vanish before your very eyes.
Here, here, bunny, come here, here, bunny rabbit, [panting.]
Here you go.
Abracadabra.
Bravo, bravo! Hold your applause till the end.
And now, before your very eyes, she will reappear! Hey, hey, hey! Where'd she go? Bring her back! Not not to worry.
It's all just part of the magie, Woe is me.
She has vanished.
He has destroyed the beautiful maiden.
He is a warlock.
Pick a card, any card.
Go ahead, go ahead, come on.
Guards, take him to the dungeon! Hey, DW, I think we're a hit.
[chittering.]
Whoa.
Rough crowd, huh, DW? Launchpad, let it go.
Greetings, kids of all ages.
What happened to your head? Play with one of your own toys? The king's new exploding yo-yo.
While he works on improving it, I'll be in charge of your interrogation.
With a little help from my new playmates.
Sir Cumference and Sir Veillance, the finest minds in the realm.
The frog doth fail to turn blue.
Proof that he is a warlock.
Oh, the other one, you fools.
- [machine creaking.]
- Confess you are a warlock.
Never! Good.
I wouldn't want the fun to end too soon.
Uh-oh.
Hang in there, DW, I think he's getting bored.
- Confess! - Never.
Then face [giggles.]
the thumbscrew.
Well, guess that correspondence course I took in thumb wrestling finally paid off.
[Quackerjack.]
OK, fun and games are over, Darkwing.
It's time to face Mr.
Trivia Buff.
You maniac! The longest recorded flight by a chicken is 302 feet, eight inches, [grunting.]
No! - Confess! - Never.
[laughs.]
The koala bear is not a bear at all, but a marsupial, The first written language was a system of pictographs created,,, I confess, I confess! Darkwing Duck is a warlock! - Good enough.
- Thanks a lot, Launchpad.
Sorry, DW, I couldn't watch you suffer anymore.
Besides, what harm could it do? In the judgment of this court, Darkwing Duck, confessed warlock, will be beheaded at dawn.
[nervous chuckle.]
Oh.
[people chattering.]
Easy on the suit, pal.
But I don't want him beheaded, I just want lovely Binketh back.
We will have her back only when we destroy his black magic, Majesty.
Look at the bright side, DW.
And where would that be, Launchpad? Well, if you live one more minute, you can watch the total eclipse of the sun.
That's great, isn't it? Like a rare astronomical event is gonna do me any Hey Thou has angered the Great Darkwing.
If you do not release me, I will block out the sun forever.
- [crowd gasps.]
- My ficus will dieth.
Alakazam! Ah, he's a fake! - [crowd groaning.]
- [stammers.]
Hocus-pocus.
The eclipse is tomorrow.
Oops.
Maybe you can stall them.
Yeah, come on.
We haven't got all dayeth.
Keep your shirt on.
I'm not done yet, huh? Um, OK open sesame! Anaheim, Azusa and Cucamonga.
Okey-fanokey.
Uh, Tippecanoe and Tyler too.
I like lke.
And 64-40 or fight.
[stammering.]
Oh, perfect.
Blind.
Now I'm going blind.
No, DW, it's the eclipse.
- [crowd gasps.]
- Take it off! - Release him! - What? You can't do that.
Release him at once! [all.]
Phew.
[crowd claps.]
Yay.
Oh, he that can bring back the sun surely can bring back Binketh.
I'll do anything to get her back, anything, you name it.
OK, you're on.
Sire, maid Binketh hath been foundeth! It's a miracle and stuff! Well, that was easy.
Maid Binketh is tied up in front of the dreaded dragon's cave.
You did say anything.
[growling.]
Prepare to meet thy doom! Or maybe not.
Cowards.
Eat stainless steel, beast.
[chuckles.]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, I'll make you a deal.
This better be good.
OK, you let me slay you, I rescue the maiden and then I leave.
- Bad deal.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Even better.
We pretend I slay you.
I leave with the maiden and then no one ever bothers you again.
Mmm, OK, it's a deal.
[stammers.]
OK, that's great.
OK, now let's make this look good.
[clears throat.]
Prepare to meet thy doom, foul lizard of the netherworld.
- [gasps.]
Shall we try that again? - [laughs.]
Sorry.
I wasn't thinking.
[clears throat.]
Prepare to meet thy doom.
[squeals.]
[both gasp.]
I am slain.
Slain! [groans.]
Cut down in the prime of life.
Woe! Woe is me.
I am woe.
Woe is woe.
Overdoing it just a skosh, aren't we? Behold! I have slain the I am traveling through a tunnel.
Yes, a tunnel.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel.
- And beyond that - Knock it off.
[sobs.]
I fear the worst hath happened.
They'll be fine.
Sire, you gotta try some of this food.
My appetite's gone.
I've even lost interest in my yo-yo.
Keep working on it.
- What if Binketh shouldst perish? - [door opens.]
Then I shouldest perish with thoughts of thee.
Binketh, will you marry me? Of courseth, my lord.
Uh-uh.
No way Darkwing could've slain that dragon.
Darkwing Ducketh, dragon slayer! Your Highness.
Ouch.
Mighty warlock, thou didst truly slay the dragon? "Promise me, my son, promise me no matter what happens, don't sell the farm.
Don't sell the farm!" Perhaps "slayeth" is too strong a word.
'Twas Quackerjack didst kidnapeth me during the magic act.
- Rat fink.
- Guards! Seize him! Uh-oh, gotta go.
left a roast in the oven.
Eat nutty putty.
Men, a sword.
Men, a tourniquet.
That empty shell of metal will do you no good.
On second thought, I see why it might come in handy.
Oh, look, it is the Graf Zeppelin.
Ha! Eat reverse polarity from my magnet gun.
Bombs away! Batter up! Whoa.
I believe this is yours.
One more step and the king's dead meat.
Easy now, easy.
Just put the turkey down.
OK, here.
[King yells.]
Ooh! Whoa-ohhh! Now, I'll reel this joker in.
[Quackerjack grunts, yells.]
Now that's a yo-yo.
Now I get it.
[dragon gasping.]
Some day, when the chips are down and the breaks are going against the boys, coach [gasping.]
tell 'em to win one for the Gipper.
[groans.]
# Darkwing Duck # Darkwing Duck # Darkwing Duck # Darkwing Duck
- [beeping.]
- [Launchpad.]
Turn right, we're gaining! That was amazing the way you foiled Quackerjack's plan, DW.
Never saw anyone diffuse a bomb that way before.
Fortunately, my body absorbed the force of the explosion.
Where'd you plant the tracking device on Quackerjack, DW? [giggling.]
That pesky duck will never find my secret hideout, Mr.
Banana Brain.
- [beeping.]
- Not unless someone spills the beans.
- Which way, Launchpad? - Turn right.
- [tires screeching.]
- [both yelling.]
You stopped me from blowing up the yo-yo factory, Darkwing Duck, but I'm not done yet.
[laughs.]
The jig is up, you jaded jugheaded jack-in-the-box.
Is it my fault no one will buy my toys? All anyone wants are yo-yos.
[panting.]
If I can't destroy all the yo-yos, I'll destroy just one.
The first yo-yo.
[laughs.]
- Hey, where'd he go? - [beeping.]
That's funny, according to this thing, he's still there.
Uh, DW, why are we borrowing the SHUSH time machine? Because, Launchpad, that was no ordinary top.
Quackerjack is still in St.
Canard, only 700 years in the past.
We're going back in time, Launchpad.
Oh, boy! In time for what? In time to stop Quackerjack from destroying the first yo-yo and altering the course of toy history.
Set time coordinates for the year 1291.
And don't mess up.
What happened in 1291 ? According to this almanac, that's the year the yo-yo was invented.
By the king of medieval Canardia.
No freeway congestion, no skyscrapers blocking out the sun, and no Darkwing dollar.
- [coughing.]
- [woman gasps.]
Gadzooks! What manner of strange fish be these? - Binkie? - Nay.
Binketh be my name.
She must be Binkie's ancestor.
Ooh, what strange cloths you wear.
From whence do you hail? What would you say if I told you I was from 700 years in the future? I would say you must be an evil warlock and should be burned at the stake.
[chuckles.]
We're from Sweden.
Ooh, well, welcome to Canardia, strangers.
Alloweth me to assist you in your travels hereth.
[man.]
Make way for the King! Just the man I wanted to see.
Ooh, but none may see the king.
His new minister will not allow it.
He'll see me.
I'm Darkwing Duck.
I demand to see the king.
Halt! Herb Muddlefoot? 'Tis King Herbeth to you.
- Quackerjack! - That's Sir Quackerjack.
Sire, this man is a fraud, a fiend and a known felon.
Hold thy tongue.
Sir Quackerjack is my trusted new advisor.
The sire and I are great pals.
This guy cracks me up.
No lie.
You you jackanape! [Quackerjack.]
Guards! Guards! That puny cracker box is no match for my sophisticated knowledge of modern technology.
Ooh, but if thou wouldst allow me to helpeth.
Step aside, little fair maiden lady, I'll handle this.
[grunts.]
I am the mighty Darkwing Duck.
And I pity the poor fool who stands in my way.
Whoa, boy! [grunting.]
Where brute force fails, try agility.
If thou wouldst but listen I have calculated the precise height of the castle wall the exact arc of the trajectory, [crash.]
Give or take a few feet.
[grunting.]
Where brute force and agility fail, try ingenuity.
A present for the king! Brilliant.
Now, all I have to do is wait for Launchpad to climb out and open the castle door.
- What door, DW? - Doh! Oh, woo-hoo! Up here.
How'd you get up there? I tried to telleth you.
They never locketh the back door.
Let me place you out of harm's way.
Grave danger may await us.
Darkwing Duck creeps toward his destination with the grace and cunning of the alley cat.
- [man.]
Halt! - Oh.
[nervous chuckle.]
Do you have a phone I could use? My car broke down.
It's crazy.
[Launchpad yelling.]
[grunting.]
Oh, spies, sire! Spies and infidels! Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Darkwing Ducketh.
Magician extraordinaire, here to offer my humble services to the king.
So you are a sorcerer who consorts with the powers of darkness.
Great.
I could use a good sorcerer.
Yeah, that's right, a sorcerer.
I'm a sorcerer.
I'm an inventor, myself.
Wanna see my new invention, huh? I would be honored.
Hot dog! You'll never get that yo-yo.
How did you find me? I planted a homing device in your pal.
- [beeping.]
- Traitor! Backstabber! How could you? [both grunting.]
- [Darkwing.]
You'll never get away - Glad to see youse two getting along.
You're gonna love my new invention.
I call it the yo-yo.
[screaming.]
- What do you thinketh? - Well, needs work.
But I like it.
Oh, well I guess it's not much compared to your feats.
Yes.
Why don't you put on a little show, mighty sorcerer.
That'd be great.
Oh, gee, I'd love to, but I left my magic wand in my other suit.
- I just happen to have a spare.
- Then we're all set.
The show will commence tonight at 7:00.
I'll wow the king with a few cheap tricks, and Quackerjack will be on the street in no time.
This better be good.
It's showtime.
Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to see has never before been seen on stage, screen or On with the show, dungeon bait.
television.
Oh, look, sire, he's got someone hidden behind the curtain.
[stammers.]
Let's give a warm welcome to my lovely assistant, Binketh.
Yeah, and, oh, good.
Thank you, great.
Such loveliness I have never seen.
[giggles.]
Methinks I am smitten by his handsomeness.
Bravo, bravo! Bravo, bravo! On with the show and stuff.
Now, for my first trick, I will pull a rabbit out of my hat.
[mutters.]
It's an elusive little critter! - Where could he be? - [Launchpad.]
Here, bunny.
[panting.]
Here, bunny.
Hey, come here.
The sorcerer is a fraud.
So, what's a nice peasant like you doing in a palace like this, hmm? [giggling.]
Well, I OK, moving right along.
For my next trick, I will separate these metal rings.
Lousy piece of junk! Oh, look, sire, he's a fake! A fake, a fake! [King Herbeth.]
So, uh, wanna be my date for the royal barbeque tommoree, hmm? Well, if it pleaseth you, sire.
[giggling.]
[groaning.]
And now, a feat never before attempted.
This lovely maiden will vanish before your very eyes.
Here, here, bunny, come here, here, bunny rabbit, [panting.]
Here you go.
Abracadabra.
Bravo, bravo! Hold your applause till the end.
And now, before your very eyes, she will reappear! Hey, hey, hey! Where'd she go? Bring her back! Not not to worry.
It's all just part of the magie, Woe is me.
She has vanished.
He has destroyed the beautiful maiden.
He is a warlock.
Pick a card, any card.
Go ahead, go ahead, come on.
Guards, take him to the dungeon! Hey, DW, I think we're a hit.
[chittering.]
Whoa.
Rough crowd, huh, DW? Launchpad, let it go.
Greetings, kids of all ages.
What happened to your head? Play with one of your own toys? The king's new exploding yo-yo.
While he works on improving it, I'll be in charge of your interrogation.
With a little help from my new playmates.
Sir Cumference and Sir Veillance, the finest minds in the realm.
The frog doth fail to turn blue.
Proof that he is a warlock.
Oh, the other one, you fools.
- [machine creaking.]
- Confess you are a warlock.
Never! Good.
I wouldn't want the fun to end too soon.
Uh-oh.
Hang in there, DW, I think he's getting bored.
- Confess! - Never.
Then face [giggles.]
the thumbscrew.
Well, guess that correspondence course I took in thumb wrestling finally paid off.
[Quackerjack.]
OK, fun and games are over, Darkwing.
It's time to face Mr.
Trivia Buff.
You maniac! The longest recorded flight by a chicken is 302 feet, eight inches, [grunting.]
No! - Confess! - Never.
[laughs.]
The koala bear is not a bear at all, but a marsupial, The first written language was a system of pictographs created,,, I confess, I confess! Darkwing Duck is a warlock! - Good enough.
- Thanks a lot, Launchpad.
Sorry, DW, I couldn't watch you suffer anymore.
Besides, what harm could it do? In the judgment of this court, Darkwing Duck, confessed warlock, will be beheaded at dawn.
[nervous chuckle.]
Oh.
[people chattering.]
Easy on the suit, pal.
But I don't want him beheaded, I just want lovely Binketh back.
We will have her back only when we destroy his black magic, Majesty.
Look at the bright side, DW.
And where would that be, Launchpad? Well, if you live one more minute, you can watch the total eclipse of the sun.
That's great, isn't it? Like a rare astronomical event is gonna do me any Hey Thou has angered the Great Darkwing.
If you do not release me, I will block out the sun forever.
- [crowd gasps.]
- My ficus will dieth.
Alakazam! Ah, he's a fake! - [crowd groaning.]
- [stammers.]
Hocus-pocus.
The eclipse is tomorrow.
Oops.
Maybe you can stall them.
Yeah, come on.
We haven't got all dayeth.
Keep your shirt on.
I'm not done yet, huh? Um, OK open sesame! Anaheim, Azusa and Cucamonga.
Okey-fanokey.
Uh, Tippecanoe and Tyler too.
I like lke.
And 64-40 or fight.
[stammering.]
Oh, perfect.
Blind.
Now I'm going blind.
No, DW, it's the eclipse.
- [crowd gasps.]
- Take it off! - Release him! - What? You can't do that.
Release him at once! [all.]
Phew.
[crowd claps.]
Yay.
Oh, he that can bring back the sun surely can bring back Binketh.
I'll do anything to get her back, anything, you name it.
OK, you're on.
Sire, maid Binketh hath been foundeth! It's a miracle and stuff! Well, that was easy.
Maid Binketh is tied up in front of the dreaded dragon's cave.
You did say anything.
[growling.]
Prepare to meet thy doom! Or maybe not.
Cowards.
Eat stainless steel, beast.
[chuckles.]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, I'll make you a deal.
This better be good.
OK, you let me slay you, I rescue the maiden and then I leave.
- Bad deal.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Even better.
We pretend I slay you.
I leave with the maiden and then no one ever bothers you again.
Mmm, OK, it's a deal.
[stammers.]
OK, that's great.
OK, now let's make this look good.
[clears throat.]
Prepare to meet thy doom, foul lizard of the netherworld.
- [gasps.]
Shall we try that again? - [laughs.]
Sorry.
I wasn't thinking.
[clears throat.]
Prepare to meet thy doom.
[squeals.]
[both gasp.]
I am slain.
Slain! [groans.]
Cut down in the prime of life.
Woe! Woe is me.
I am woe.
Woe is woe.
Overdoing it just a skosh, aren't we? Behold! I have slain the I am traveling through a tunnel.
Yes, a tunnel.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel.
- And beyond that - Knock it off.
[sobs.]
I fear the worst hath happened.
They'll be fine.
Sire, you gotta try some of this food.
My appetite's gone.
I've even lost interest in my yo-yo.
Keep working on it.
- What if Binketh shouldst perish? - [door opens.]
Then I shouldest perish with thoughts of thee.
Binketh, will you marry me? Of courseth, my lord.
Uh-uh.
No way Darkwing could've slain that dragon.
Darkwing Ducketh, dragon slayer! Your Highness.
Ouch.
Mighty warlock, thou didst truly slay the dragon? "Promise me, my son, promise me no matter what happens, don't sell the farm.
Don't sell the farm!" Perhaps "slayeth" is too strong a word.
'Twas Quackerjack didst kidnapeth me during the magic act.
- Rat fink.
- Guards! Seize him! Uh-oh, gotta go.
left a roast in the oven.
Eat nutty putty.
Men, a sword.
Men, a tourniquet.
That empty shell of metal will do you no good.
On second thought, I see why it might come in handy.
Oh, look, it is the Graf Zeppelin.
Ha! Eat reverse polarity from my magnet gun.
Bombs away! Batter up! Whoa.
I believe this is yours.
One more step and the king's dead meat.
Easy now, easy.
Just put the turkey down.
OK, here.
[King yells.]
Ooh! Whoa-ohhh! Now, I'll reel this joker in.
[Quackerjack grunts, yells.]
Now that's a yo-yo.
Now I get it.
[dragon gasping.]
Some day, when the chips are down and the breaks are going against the boys, coach [gasping.]
tell 'em to win one for the Gipper.
[groans.]
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