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Goon (2011)

Goon (2011)

Goon is a 2011 comedy film directed by Michael Dowse. The story revolves around Doug Glatt, a bouncer who becomes an unexpected hero as an enforcer for a minor league hockey team. This hilarious sports comedy showcases the unconventional journey of Doug as he navigates his way through the rough and tumble world of hockey. The film stars Seann William Scott as the lovable and dim-witted Doug Glatt, along with Jay Baruchel, Alison Pill, and Liev Schreiber. With its witty dialogue, slapstick humor, and heartwarming moments, Goon provides a delightful and entertaining experience for fans of sports movies and comedies. For an immersive experience, you can play and download the sounds from this film here.

A career a lot of people believe is coming to a close.
A few shots in. Smith trying with the uppercut.
A handsome surgeon, I bet you're batting them off.
A pair of falafels this boy has on him.
A power play goal.
A special light, like E.T.
Aah!
Aah! Thank you.
Across her C section scars.
Actually, he's lucky he wasn't fucking killed.
Actually, I've been trying to cut my drinking down.
After serving his 20 game suspension,
Ah! Come on, stop!
Ah! You feel that shit, Rhea?
Ah...
Ah...
All I'm saying is don't go trying to be a hockey player.
All right, boys, here we go!
All right, boys, listen up! We're still in this thing.
All right, come on.
All right, Dougie!
All right, lads! All right.
All right, then. Welcome to "Hot Ice."
All right!
All right!
All right! That's about all I can fucking stand, ladies!
All right! That's about all I can fucking stand, ladies!
And "D" for Doug Glatt.
And a disgrace to our nation and its proud and storied history.
And a lot of other people, too.
And aren't just a figment of my aging imagination,
And as I was going up the ramp,
And do you have any fucking Percocets, man?
And Dougie took one in the face!
And for what you did to Simard, you've been suspended.
And Glatt was looking the other way.
And he could put that cocksucker away, too.
And he really can't hack it.
And he told me that I'd won the grand prize
And he told me that I'd won the grand prize
And I crashed into the dumpster
And I guess what I'm trying to say
And I know you fuck your players. Don't deny it.
And I like power drinks and water.
And I promise that I'll never call you.
And I rolled over on it, and it, like, burst all over me.
And I started, like, rolling around into, like, the medical waste
And I'm a huge bitch.
And I've been kind of telling her,
And if the hockey gods truly exist
And it's you and me...
And like me, you're no good to anyone doing anything else.
And Montreal grabs him.
And my dad and my brother,
And now it comes off the backboard. It's brought right back...
And now LaFlamme actually takes a run at big Rhea.
And purpose.
And rip their fucking hearts out!
And she has this dance move she does
And sometimes I sleep with that Angus the Highlander doll.
And take on Ross "The Boss" Rhea.
And that spark is in the person of Doug Glatt,
And the Highlanders
And the Highlanders bring it away.
And the lovable, wisecracking, Mick best friend,
And the pressure's really starting to mount on this kid,
And the puck drops! Face off win by Hamilton.
And the puck is dropped.
And the St. John's Shamrocks.
And the team needs somebody to light the way.
And the worst part was there was this big bag of pee,
And their doctor son, Ira.
And this should be a dandy confrontation.
And Uncle Stevie, he's a good friend.
And what a spark he'll be!
And when I say, you get over there,
And you have earned every piece of this.
And you just fucked us!
And you should be proud of me.
And your fucking sweater vest, police state censorship, okay?
And, yes, we are gonna have a dustup.
Anything you need, you tell me, he'll do it.
Are in the fucking toilet.
Are you at the library?
Are you on a date with this loser?
Are you sure?
Are you there, Doug? It's me, Margaret!
Aren't you guys playing us tonight?
As Halifax looks to extend their winning streak to four.
As they've connected with about 30 punches total.
Asians are an industrious people.
Ass licker! Am I the only one here?
Assistant captain. Good on you. Keep up the good work.
At 3:00 in the morning?
Attaboy, Dougie! Attaboy!
Attaboy, Dougie! Come on, kiddo!
Aw, you're very nice to me.
Awesome.
Back of the bus.
Bam!
Barbara, I'd like you to meet Dr. and Mrs. Glatt.
Beach ball is bigger than puck. That's why joke is.
Beat the shit out of some jagoffs for me.
Because I'm not.
Because the bun is all around it, and you can eat it from a stick.
Because you cannot even stop a fucking beach ball.
Beer and soup, that's my thing.
Belchie! Fucking horse cock, get over here.
Between Ross Rhea and Doug Glatt.
Big win here tonight for Halifax,
Boner genocide!
Bonne nuit.
Boom! Uppercut!
Boston sends him down to St. John's.
Both still on their feet.
Both teams jockeying for the eighth and final playoff spot in the East.
Boys, we're in this fucking thing.
Boys.
But I am a hockey player, sir.
But I don't actually find it that gross.
But I just miss you.
But I prefer corndogs because you don't need a bun for it
But I'll be damned if I'm gonna go out
But know this shit hard.
But like me, that's all you fucking got.
But they'll still need one more if they're to advance to the playoffs.
But what happened between us the other night,
But you play 11 fucking minutes.
Bye bye, bitch!
Bye, Doug.
Bye, Doug.
Bye, Doug.
Bye, Eva.
Call him Belchie. He's from Regina.
Caller, you're blowing hot ice.
Can I get a Gatorade?
Can they hang on?
Center! Center!
Cheap shot, Rhea. No need.
Clear it out now! Clear it out!
Clear it out! Clear it out! Give me the puck!
Clear the fucking crease!
Clear them out! Front of the crease the whole time.
Coach, you're not actually gonna let this guy join the team.
Coach.
Cocksucker!
Come here, you piece of fucking shit!
Come here, you piece of shit!
Come here. You want some?
Come on now! Let's go!
Come on out here, son.
Come on, boys, let's play. Come on, come on!
Come on, boys!
Come on, boys! 10 seconds left now.
Come on, boys! Let's go! Fresh sheet of ice. Breathe it in!
Come on, boys! Work those corners!
Come on, Doug!
Come on, Doug!
Come on, Doug!
Come on, Dougie!
Come on, Dougie!
Come on, Dougie! Come on, Dougie!
Come on, Dougie! Take his fucking head off!
Come on, Gord.
Come on, Highlanders!
Come on, ref! You can't call that!
Come on, sit.
Come on, you fucking pussy!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on! Breathe in that fresh air. Come on!
Come out there for a tryout.
Concord pulling the goaltender. Going with six attackers.
Cuts toward the net.
Cw!
Delayed penalty.
Did we win?
Did you just watch "Rudy"?
Did you know that cows only meow when people are around?
Dipsy doodles, leaves bodies in his wake.
Do exactly what I say.
Do you believe in miracles?
Do you have any idea what would happen
Do you hear that?
Do you pee rainbows? You fart cinnamon?
Do you want to make the playoffs or not?
Don't hesitate. Good to meet you.
Don't you fucking dare.
Doug "The Hammer" Smith of the Packers.
Doug "The Thug" Glatt!
Doug did not follow in the family vocation.
Doug, Doug!
Doug, he wants to offer you a contract.
Doug, watching you tonight
Doug, you're not that stupid.
Doug!
Doug!
Doug! Doug!
Doug! Oh, my God! Doug!
Doug! Where were you?
Doug. Doug.
Doug...
Dougie "The Thug" Glatt is about to fucking drop the gloves
Dougie, any thoughts?
Dougie, hey, keep that fucking crease clean!
Dougie, my friend. Good to see you as always, hey.
Dougie, on LaFlamme! Stick to him! Stick to him!
Dougie, you're gonna shadow LaFlamme the entire game.
Dougie!
Dougie!
Dougie? Doug?
Dougie. Hey, Dougie. You're all right. You did it.
Dougie...
Douglas Menahem Glatt!
Douglas, it's good to see that you're having fun with this,
Early in the third
Easy, boys.
Eat that shit, Matlock!
Eh? Fuck this fucking sad shit!
Either one of you want to venture to guess as to who's who?
Emerson moves up the wing. Looks across, finds Jones.