TORTORELLA (in Tortorella-ese to the interpreter): The translation is very important, O.K.? The translation.
INTERPRETER: Yes, of course. I understand.
TORTORELLA: Mr. Bobby Brink-san. You are screaming loudly on the ice. And then there is a bottle of Gatorade on top of the bench. You understand, right? With wholehearted feeling, angrily, throw the Gatorade. Start crosschecking the other team as if you are Bogie in “Casablanca,” saying, “F*** you, Nazi bastards!" Grind, grit, bump, balls. This is our culture. Show me you're a leader of men and a lover of horses. North, always North.
INTERPRETER: He wants you to get pucks deep. O.K.?
BOBBY: That’s all he said?