Slap Shot Quotes

“The best part of my job is being in charge of entitled men who think they’re better than me because they have a dick.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Of course I mean it. I’d go to war for your daughter. For you, too.” “Why?” she whispers, and I think of a hundred ways I can answer that question. Because I’m attracted to you. Because I’m determined to show you there are good men out there. Because it’s the bare minimum of what you deserve. Because I’m fucking falling in love with you, and I’d let you break my heart if that’s what you wanted. “Because y’all are mine.” I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “And I protect what’s mine.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“He gives me a wave and flips his hat backward before walking toward us. Jesus Christ. Shit like that should be illegal for men to do in public.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I love you, Mama. To the stars, the heavens, and beyond.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“She looks at me straight on with big, beautiful eyes, and I feel the love radiating off of her. The love for her daughter. The love she has for me and the life we’ve built together, even if she’s not ready to say the words.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I don’t have enough free time to be a murderer, and I saw how good you are with knives. I wouldn’t stand a chance against you.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I swear the only thing hotter than a guy with a kid is a guy wearing a backward hat.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“We need to make him watch the ‘Juno’ positions clips and figure out which ones he likes.” Grant drops to the floor and thrusts into the rug. “Have you ever tried this one, Hud?”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Piper makes me sound like a hero, when, really, I’m just treating people how I’d want to be treated. The right way to be treated, and that boils over to Madeline and Lucy too.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“When I’m alone, I touch the tattoo on my thigh, the one hidden by layers of gear and clothes, and I smile up at the ceiling. “For you, Mom,” I say to the empty room. “Always for you.” One of the overhead lights flickers, and I laugh. “Yeah. I know you’re here. You wouldn’t miss this. Sometimes I can still hear you yelling at me to get the rebound.” I pause, my shoulders heavy and my eyes wet with tears. “Fuck. I miss you, Mama.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Women need to stick together. If we don’t lift each other up, who the hell will?”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“How the fuck am I supposed to focus on hitting a goddamn puck when the man who divorced the woman I fucking love sits in the stands without getting a piece of my fucking mind?”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Probably a book with Clifford, since she’s six. G-Money Not as entertaining as the book I’m reading right now. There’s accidental cannibalism in it lol. Me I don’t want to know.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Hello, Lucy,” I speak and sign. Her mouth pops open and she scoots closer to me, looking at my hands then up at me. Madeline gasps, but I don’t let myself get distracted. “My name is Hudson. I have two dogs, Gus and Millie. My favorite food is a cheeseburger, and I play hockey.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“You’re going to be the death of me, Madeline. Please be gentle when you kill me.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I’m tired of books that claim the main characters don’t like each other. I want to see it. Give me a dagger to the throat,” Liam says, and Grant nods in agreement. “Pretty sure that could be considered assault,” Riley chimes in. “Not in dark romance it’s not,” Grant says. “That’s why I like that shit the most.” “Yeah, because stalkers are more believable than two people not liking each other,” I draw out.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“and every day I’m closer to selling pictures of my feet on the internet.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Hey.” Maverick puts his arm around my shoulder. “You’re a catch, Huddy. Your person is out there, and you want to know the wildest fucking thing?” I huff. My breath comes out like a wisp of smoke, and I can’t wait to hear. “What?” “She’s trying to get to you right now. It’s just taking her a little while. Traffic, you know?” “Wow. That might be the deepest thing you’ve ever said, Mav.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“G-Money I think it’s cool the league is becoming more inclusive. First Emmy, now Lia? Fucking amazing.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I don’t add the other part. The admission that not a single woman has caught my eye, because I’ve been thinking about her lately. Nonstop, really. Wanting to touch her. Wanting to taste her. Wanting to wrap my arms around her and kiss her until she’s dizzy and forgets her name.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Like a dad? My friends say their daddies love their mommies. I’ve never had a daddy.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Me Will do. Thanks, hockey guy. Hudson You’re welcome, knife girl.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I’m proud to sit beside them. I’m honored to call them my friends”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Loving you is easier than anything I’ve ever done. It’s like breathing. Something that comes naturally”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Here’s my broken heart. I think you’re the only one who can fix it.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Do you know what kind of shot I scored with? A slap shot, she tells him,”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Badass women are my favorite kind of women.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I’m the one who threw the label of friends on our relationship, but I don’t want that to be the word to define us anymore. I want him, in any way I can have him, because he’s the epitome of perfection. He’s magic and stardust and everything I’ve ever dreamed”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I want to learn sign language so I can communicate with Lucy. I want to be able to ask about her day and tell her about mine. I want to know what she’s saying to Madeline that makes her laugh”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“It’s a character from a show called Bluey that’s been on the living room television every afternoon, and Madeline spent the last fifteen minutes explaining how it’s a kids show for adults.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot