Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Arson investigator, lots of commendations.
Frequent Flyer is in and on his way to the locker room.
- Two. - Notify their families.
The Penguins need a goal desperately.
- What is this, a day-care center? - She saw me off a guy.
Now back in goal for Pittsburgh,
Four hundred million to Banco de Vizcaya, Madrid.
You know, I voted for you. I really did.
- Hello? - Emily.
How many are dead?
If you were packing heat, you couldn't get in here.
I assure you I won't kill more people than it takes to convince everyone of my sincerity.
- It's only one night. - It's the last game of the Stanley Cup.
Oh, scratch my back with a hacksaw!
Penguins looking for a lift here to try and get back in this game.
Work don't stop just 'cause the Vice President's coming, you know, babe.
# At the twilight's last gleaming
It's the seventh game.
Aaah!
Sutter fires and scores! Chicago does get the third goal!
Aah!
Every body and every thing going into that elevator should have been searched.
Stay with him.
- Mr. Ferrara? - Yes?
There'll be a total media blackout on this.
Tolliver, that's a thousand-dollar fine!
- I'm not afraid of you. - Sure you are.
Daddy!
You don't have to think, Mike. This is hockey.
If I can't get back to him, he's sitting in D-10.
I have arrangements with the presidents of two.
Oh, buy Sam a drink and get his dog one too!
That's the President's choice, but I think it's the wrong one.
Sudden death.
- Joan. - Hi, Darren.
- What's his whole name? - Darren Francis Thomas McCord.
Come on!
You'll what? Burn my toast?
Hey, what's that?
- Unless I get a direct order, I'm getting those guys out. - Sir?
No helicopters or police vehicles encroach on the stadium grounds.
Taken away, and McEachern hustling down the right side.
We'll inform all news outlets of how serious this is.
I love you too.
Tell the President I'll keep him fully informed until the Vice President's out.
- What are you gonna do, drown me? - No.
We've got eight seconds left!
- It's very important work. - Are you a fireman again, Daddy?
- Oh, gross! - I have some work to do.
- You just killed two useful members of society. - No! It's being done!
That's all you need to know.
That one came off Steve Smith, the Chicago defenseman, and finds the net.
The Penguins trail by only one.
- Mr. Vice President. - Aw, shut up. He's campaigning.
Hey...is that BrD Tolliver? No...It’s Jay Caufield
as the one you deserve.
I tell ya, Mike, I don't think Tolliver looks like himself right now.
The Hawks attacking the Penguin territory.
- Let me see your license. - Oh, sure.