Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll show you the difference between the game you played and the one I play.

Go on through, Mr. Mac. And who's this beauty?

Here's Mullen. It goes wide off the glove of Eddie Belfour.

Greg Smyth against Robitaille, and zoom!

Game's tied at one. Chicago puts the pressure on the Penguins.

So I took her up to the owner's box.

I get funny all over when you talk like that.

- He hasn't challenged much all night. - Oh, shit.

Bring him to me.

Not even when things blew up.

I'll go too, so you'll have company.

I'm no fucking terrorist. I'm a professional!

I don't know what he did, if he just recharged his battery or what,

# Banner yet wave

My daughter's missing, and someone just tried to kill me.

I saw these two and followed them.

His wife's recently deceased. He would have been lonely without her.

Let's go, let's go.

- What is your name? - Emily.

- Come on, let's go! - Watch it, will ya?

Sir, I have strong reservations about you going alone.

I swear this. If you hurt my wife, I'll...

This is Hallmark.

Bring up the skycam. Pan it left.

If you fuck around and something happens to my kid...

I got this one, man.

I'll never wash this hand again.

May I help you?

Get down here now!

- Why, is there a light bulb that needs changing? - You take that back!

Stay there for 90 seconds and keep the line clear.

He shoots. Whoa! And he scores! Whoo!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

You happen to be wrong, though. There may be a reason to kill someone else.

Third period's started. We got less than 20 minutes and we're guessing.

For Chicago, every step, every rush is so important.

I said no vehicles on the grounds, no helicopters in the air...

They're moving more.

And here we go. Game seven of the Stanley Cup finals.

Not any more. Go ahead.

You stop me, you win. I get your bombs, I win.

Let's just stroll into your house like I'm your favorite nephew.

Dad, what did he say?

He finally shoots and scores!

- Do you know my mom? - No, but your dad's invited me over for dinner tomorrow.

We'll page it too.

He's got all summer to get better.

This is my daughter Emily and my son Tyler.

and no agents in the building.

- Thanks. - Where are the rest of your men?

- Yo, Ref. - He's calling for the referee.

Throw away the clocks, because the next goal is going to win the Stanley Cup.

What a save by Brad Tolliver! That's the save of the year!

An old-fashioned shoot-out here at the Stanley Cup competition.

I can't breathe!