Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're playing divorced guys
- Let's rally. - Go on home.
- I got him. - Come on!
Doug! Doug!
and I crashed into the dumpster
But I just miss you.
Bye-bye, bitch!
It might as well say "Security" on the back of your sweater.
Belchie! Fucking horse cock, get over here.
Hi!
You have one stupid son, and you got a gay son.
You feel the fucking energy in this building?
Dipsy-doodles, leaves bodies in his wake.
He's a one-man wrecking crew.
Time he comes back, he's scared shitless out there.
KEK
Stay away from my fucking Percocets,
LaFlamme was severely concussed...
If they don't, they're gonna wind up on the golf course early,
Two rules, man.
Here's Jefferson of the Steelers in front of the net.
Okay.
4;09 P.M. BAG FOOD
I'm sorry?
Remember what happened last time, huh?
All right, Dougie!
- Get in! - Fuck yourself!
Delayed penalty.
You skate like shit,
Clear it out now! Clear it out!
Well, I guess, uh, it'd be kind of weird
this is a stupid meme I'm creating hahaha
Holy fucking Shit!
Dougie, my friend. Good to see you as always, hey.
Come on, you fucking pussy!
It's official, the mascot.
- Come on! - Come on!
Jesus and the donkey mother-fucked it on!
Caller, you're blowing hot ice.
Yes, sir, of course.
and do you have any fucking Percocets, man?
What the fuck happened, Doug?
Hello boy hello fuck
Shutout tonight, man!
Dig it in now! Dig it in!
we see each other's donair sauce on the floor.
You stopped it, man. You fucking did it!
I've been telling him about you, and I think you can really help him out.
She can have half of it. I don't give a shit.
She's been asking me to come up and watch her dance for ages,
- Good fight, man. - Good fight.
Net, Doug! Net!
Tonight we have a very special fucking guest joining us...
since that brutal hit three years ago in Montreal.
- Belchie, five hole! - Five hole!
Everybody loves the soldiers until they come home and stop fighting.
Get in there! Get in there!
Bye, Doug.
Yeah, yeah. Uh.
- Sad. - Fuck off.
Beach ball is bigger than puck. That's why joke is.
Your number is so similar to my friend's number.
Yeah, whatever.
What the fuck?
There's nothing weird about that. It's official.
This the shit right here.
- Hi, I'm Doug Glatt. - Doni
Mom...
I will. I got some for you.
All right, lads! All right.
Lemieux gets in across the line, takes the shot.
No, thanks. Oh, so nice of you. No, I'm good. Thanks.
Xavier LaFlamme.
And Glatt was looking the other way.
Oh! Skull-fuck your mother!
Hi, there. I was wondering if you like hot dogs.
Early in the third
Holy shit!
CAN THEY HANG ON?!?
You try any of that shit you did against Hamilton on me,
So, that summer, he goes to the club, says he wants a trade.
The stuff that you're...
You don't deserve it, unless "A" stands for asshole,
You skated, you fought, and you fucking bled,
Doug! Get to work!
So, Huntsie, I was wondering,
That's because it's a jukebox, Jerry.
Hi, guys.
Doug. - Doug.
Halifax! Halifax!
Perfect.
If you're brothers, it's gay with a fucking dash of something else.
Awesome.
.
with your play lately, and one of you hasn't.
That's who I am. This is what I do.
He may not be back at all.
Let's go, man! Let's go, fuck-face! Boom!
Go, Highlanders!
We got four games left, boys. We only need two of 'em.
So, you think it's funny, too?
- Want to get out of here? - Yes, please.
It goes back to Emerson.
I don't know if you want to, like, you know, join us.
Your fucking ass scored!
Do you believe in miracles?
One and nine, last time I checked,