Florida Panther Knight (FPK): None shall pass.
King Carey Price (TFS): What?
FPK: None shall pass!
TFS: I have no quarrel with you, good Florida Panther Knight. But I must cross this bridge and lead the Canadiens to the playoffs.
FPK: Then you shall die.
TFS: I command you, as Saviour of the Greatest Franchise in NHL History, to stand aside!
FPK: I move for no man.
TFS: So be it!
[Hal Gill goal.]
TFS: Now, stand aside, worthy adversary!
FPK: 'Tis but a scratch!
TFS: A scratch? Your arm's off! You've traded your top two defencemen!
FPK: No, I haven't! It was only Bryan McCabe and Dennis Wideman!
TFS: Well, what's that then? Bryan Allen?
FPK: I've had worse.
TFS: You liar!
FPK: Come on, you pansy!
[Andrei Kostitsyn absolutely blows one past Tomas Vokoun.]
TFS: Victory is mine!
[celebrates goal - cut off by FPK kicking him and attempting to crash crease]
FPK: Come on, then.
TFS: What?
FPK: Have at you!
TFS: You are indeed brave, Sir Florida Panther Knight, but the fight is mine!
FPK: Oh, had enough, eh?
TFS: Look, you stupid bastard. You've already pulled Tomas Vokoun and put in Scott Clemmensen! You've got no arms or offensive talent left after the trading deadline! No one on that bench is scoring tonight!
FPK: Yes I have. We didn't trade Stephen Weiss.
TFS: Look!! Half the crowd are wearing Canadiens jerseys!!
FPK: It's just a flesh wound. [Panthers muster some offence.]
TFS: Look, stop that.
FPK: Chicken! Chicken!
TFS: Look, I'll have your leg. Right!
[David Desharnais scores Montreal's third.]
FPK: Right, I'll do you for that!
TFS: You'll what?
FPK: Come here!
TFS: What are you gonna do, bleed on me? Trade us Steve Bernier? Shoot from the red line?
FPK: I'm invincible!
TFS: You're a loony.
FPK: The Florida Panther Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then.
[Lars Eller with a beautiful tip to make it 4-0.]
FPK: All right; we'll call it a draw.
[Pacioretty and Kostitsyn ring shots off the post.]
TFS: To Tampa, to seek the Grail!
FPK: Oh, oh, I see! Running away, eh? You yellow bastard! Come back here and take what's coming to you! I'll bite your legs off!
[Price stops a final flurry and earns his 7th shutout of the year.]
TFS: Triple low fives all around, Sir PK!
