Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I really feel like getting hammered right now.
and he really can't hack it.
- Both going at it. Both landing blows. - Nail him, Doug.
Welcome to Orangetown, motherfucker!
This guy's going glove, Mother.
He starts hanging with the wrong people.
Dougie, any thoughts?
You have my respect.
They got my passport.
Okay.
I'll probably feature it on next week's "Hot Ice"
What do you mean?
It's official
God damn it. And Glatt!
This is Doug... Glatt.
He takes the pass. Here comes LaFlamme.
Both still on their feet.
are in the fucking toilet.
Shorthanded situation, a great opportunity.
and, yes, we are gonna have a dustup.
In fact, on my wedding night.
love with him.
Three... two...
18 holes and a Reuben.
Thank you.
Simard flies into the boards.
- He's... - I bounce.
All right! That's about all I can fucking stand, ladies!
I suppose this is as good a place as any for me to end up.
Don't get excited. Donair sauce.
the Halifax Highlanders.
For the record, they're both adopted.
The ice and the puck are like equations, eh Parkie?!
It says your name. It says your fucking name on the back.
- What? Yes! - Oh, hump her head!
You fucking take it, you motherfucker!
LaFLAMME: I'm open!
He's tied this thing 2-2 with 5:23 left.
Coach, you're not actually gonna let this guy join the team.
Come on, Dougie!
Two rules, man: Stay away from my fucking Percosets. And Do you have any fucking Percosets, man?
Oh, you pinko Bolshevik ass-eaters, man!
Xavier!
Fuck.
You do, eh?
Shamrocks take the puck in.
Rhea out as well.
LaFlamme still looking to find his game.
Simply checking the numbers out.
.
Come on, Dougie! Come on, Dougie!
Stay away from my leftovers
- We're playing divorced guys. - Yeah.
No. Hey, what happened?
Oh Fuck! What the duck?
And their doctor son, Ira.
And my dad and my brother,
- Oh. LaFLAMME: - Did I miss a spot?
For fuck's sake!
You make me happy, man! With your ass!
You know what's hard work? Going through a divorce.
Doug The Pug
You still sound like a fucking cyborg.
Eh? Fuck this fucking sad shit!
my boyfriend got home a few days ago.
.
That I want you to make lemonade in my chocolate factory?
Bag skate, pussies!!!
Pardon me. Donair sauce on the house, everybody.
So, you saw my headbutt, huh?
Why don't you give me your number,
I don't know about that. I don't think so.
Give it 121% tonight!
You're supposed to screen this shit!
Why are you on the fucking ice, man?
This has all the elements of a fucking sports masterpiece.
I mean, Jesus, all we did was make out.
LaFLAMME: Back, back, back, back, back, back!
Keep the wolves out of the barn, man. 8 seconds!
It all starts with this player he's got there,
Starting goalie Marco Belchior.
Okay. Yeah.
Language! Do you mind, Pat?
Whoo!
- What? - The wolf.
Puck goes back to the point. Here's Kim with it.
Recognize!
You're not trying out for the... the...
Yeah.
and Montreal grabs him.
Is that number taken?
Right over right over right over right,
Ross "The Boss" motherfucking Rhea.
Likes *kosher hot dogs
Whoa, whoa!
Fuck your Ed Hardy shirt!
Some guys on their team are fucking divorced.
Oh, sure.
Oh...
Nice work, rookie. Come on, let's go!
It was Inbeleivable