Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're lucky Daddy's not here!
You've got your hostages and your bombs, so you can get your money.
Uh, he must be a fire marshal. When we have special events...
Up the alley now, center circle.
Yeah?
and I hope to toast your championship after the game.
They haven't moved a dime.
He doesn't know whether to cry or wind his watch.
Yes. They're mine.
- Want a stamp? - Love a stamp.
- What are you gonna do? - We're evaluating the situation.
Aaah!
That's the game, you piece of shit.
This is Chicago on the attack.
I love You to me lae
These are the points I'd pop if I wanted to bring this place down.
- say only what's written on this. - Ohh.
A minute, thirty-five to go in the third period.
even if they have proper I.D., unless this man says it's okay.
He's put his team shorthanded. The Penguins now are really in the hole.
I'm having a real bad day.
He oughta get five to ten for robbing the Hawks on that...
Hawgood's got a man, Robitaille, but he can't connect on the pass.
Face-off at center ice. Naslund of the Penguins controls.
Would you like to vote on who gets the distinction of demonstrating my resolve?
Oh, by the way, don't make any transfers to the Bently-owned banks.
Oh, I'm already sorry. What do you mean, he's a boss?
Well, now, wasn't that sweet?
What do I want?
Robitaille with a center pass. That's just gonna miss.
Second team going. Now.
My mom and dad don't live together.
Diving to make the save.
Tolliver! A great save there from right in front on Dubinsky.
Hey that’s Brad Tolliver No....It’s Jay Caufield
They didn't listen to me and someone died. Call the President.
My dad told me to stay here, even if the building fell down.
In a minute, that ear will come off.
Psst.
They feel they've got the Stanley Cup.
First period, shots on goal: Chicago, 12;
As we get ready for the seventh and final game of the Stanley Cup finals,
Daddy!
- Is that necessary? - Yes.
- Uh, nothing. - When are we gonna sit down?
You wouldn't be so generous with that information...
Could you change it? I've got my hands full.
Seconds to go.
Help me! Help me out! Help me out!
Kids, don't try this at home.
- He makes a move in front of the net. - What's he doing?
The Penguins have forced sudden death overtime.
- Command, access acquired. - Roger, copy.
Not on the phone. You know they've got the frequency by now.
Fuck it.
Did he sound like he'd do it? Kill the Vice President and everybody?
How many'd you get?
- Ca va? - Bonjour.
Tom Castillo. How you doin', Tom?
- Hi. - How are you, Darren?
You stay where you are. We're gonna do this by the numbers.
- Everybody's an expert. - Bye-bye.
From the Chicago end, McEachern centers.
- Is he guessing? - He's a pretty good guesser.
- Are you working tonight? - After I take Tyler to the locker room.
He's skating like a madman around the ice. He gets to the blue line.