[CUT TO: INT. — PEPSI CENTER— BOX SEATS]
[Cerasi is holding a pair of binoculars, she can see into the player's benches below.]
JOHN: (Over her shoulder) What do you see?
[CUT TO: — POV: CERASI]
[Inside the classic over lapping circles we can see that Cerasi is staring into the Avalanche player's bench. She is eyeing Paul Kariya.]
CERASI: Mmm… eye candy.
JOHN: Wha-…? Oh for God's sake, Cerasi, stop ogling the hockey players!
KRISTI: I want to ogle some hockey players!
MONICA: Me too!
SCULLY: Me three!
CASSIE: Is Nick Stokes a hockey player?
ALL: NO!
CASSIE: Oh. (Sad)
[CUT TO: INT. — PEPSI CENTER— CAPITALS LOCKER ROOM]
KRYCEK: (To Coach, sad) So I guess this means that… I don't get to play anymore, huh?
COACH: Yes, thank God.
KRYCEK: But you know, there's really nothing like it…
[Mulder, who is writing the name of his new Super Buddy into his Super Buddies notebook, looks up.]
MULDER: Nothing like what, Sasha?
KRYCEK: Like… flying down that ice… the cold, crisp wind in your hair… the slide of your skates on the ice…
MULDER: (Mumbling) … crazy Swiss goalies…
KRYCEK: … hearing the crowd cheer for you and your team…
COACH: They were only cheering because they knew that a dumbass Caps player was about to score for their team.
KRYCEK: Must you dump on everything I do?
[TIME CUT: After the game]
[INT. — PEPSI CENTER]
[Our gang is heading for the doors. The game is over, the Av's have won over the Caps 2-1.]
BRAD: I'm surprised that the Avalanche credited their first goal to you, Krycek.
DOGGETT: Me too.
KRYCEK: Yeah, but I learned something tonight.
MULDER: LOOK EVERYONE! PATRICK ROY!
[All the heads turn in all different directions at once.]
EVERYONE: WHERE?!
[Mulder points up at a huge piece of hanging art attached by big cables. The art is a goaltender and a basketball player.]
CERASI: Dude, that's not Patrick Roy.
MULDER: Yes, it is!
CERASI: No, it's not!
MULDER: Yes, it is!
CERASI: No, it's not!
MULDER: Yes, it is!
CERASI: No, it's not!
MULDER: Yes, it is!
CERASI: Fine, it's Patrick Roy.
MULDER: See? Told you! (Sticks out his tongue)
KRISTI: Well, what did you learn, Krycek?
KRYCEK: I learned that… you should always be yourself, you shouldn't try to be someone you're not.
CERASI: Here, here!
MONICA: I'm really hungry, I saw a bar and grill across the street.
SCULLY: LAST ONE THERE IS… a… DIRTY AVALANCHE FAN!
[Everyone bolts for the doors, except Cerasi, who's proud of being a dirty Avalanche fan. She smirks as she takes her time getting to the door.]
FADE OUT…
THE END
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[Specical thanks to Jeremy, my bro, for the help with Aebi the Swiss Miss, (lol!)]
[Cerasi is holding a pair of binoculars, she can see into the player's benches below.]
JOHN: (Over her shoulder) What do you see?
[CUT TO: — POV: CERASI]
[Inside the classic over lapping circles we can see that Cerasi is staring into the Avalanche player's bench. She is eyeing Paul Kariya.]
CERASI: Mmm… eye candy.
JOHN: Wha-…? Oh for God's sake, Cerasi, stop ogling the hockey players!
KRISTI: I want to ogle some hockey players!
MONICA: Me too!
SCULLY: Me three!
CASSIE: Is Nick Stokes a hockey player?
ALL: NO!
CASSIE: Oh. (Sad)
[CUT TO: INT. — PEPSI CENTER— CAPITALS LOCKER ROOM]
KRYCEK: (To Coach, sad) So I guess this means that… I don't get to play anymore, huh?
COACH: Yes, thank God.
KRYCEK: But you know, there's really nothing like it…
[Mulder, who is writing the name of his new Super Buddy into his Super Buddies notebook, looks up.]
MULDER: Nothing like what, Sasha?
KRYCEK: Like… flying down that ice… the cold, crisp wind in your hair… the slide of your skates on the ice…
MULDER: (Mumbling) … crazy Swiss goalies…
KRYCEK: … hearing the crowd cheer for you and your team…
COACH: They were only cheering because they knew that a dumbass Caps player was about to score for their team.
KRYCEK: Must you dump on everything I do?
[TIME CUT: After the game]
[INT. — PEPSI CENTER]
[Our gang is heading for the doors. The game is over, the Av's have won over the Caps 2-1.]
BRAD: I'm surprised that the Avalanche credited their first goal to you, Krycek.
DOGGETT: Me too.
KRYCEK: Yeah, but I learned something tonight.
MULDER: LOOK EVERYONE! PATRICK ROY!
[All the heads turn in all different directions at once.]
EVERYONE: WHERE?!
[Mulder points up at a huge piece of hanging art attached by big cables. The art is a goaltender and a basketball player.]
CERASI: Dude, that's not Patrick Roy.
MULDER: Yes, it is!
CERASI: No, it's not!
MULDER: Yes, it is!
CERASI: No, it's not!
MULDER: Yes, it is!
CERASI: No, it's not!
MULDER: Yes, it is!
CERASI: Fine, it's Patrick Roy.
MULDER: See? Told you! (Sticks out his tongue)
KRISTI: Well, what did you learn, Krycek?
KRYCEK: I learned that… you should always be yourself, you shouldn't try to be someone you're not.
CERASI: Here, here!
MONICA: I'm really hungry, I saw a bar and grill across the street.
SCULLY: LAST ONE THERE IS… a… DIRTY AVALANCHE FAN!
[Everyone bolts for the doors, except Cerasi, who's proud of being a dirty Avalanche fan. She smirks as she takes her time getting to the door.]
FADE OUT…
THE END
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[Specical thanks to Jeremy, my bro, for the help with Aebi the Swiss Miss, (lol!)]