Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Mad Dog" Murray Chadwick.
Keep 'em up there.
I figure if I'm lucky, I can make enough money to last me for a while.
I would like to remind the audience that the consumption of alcohol is prohibited.
Nothing to it. Just like zipping up your pants.
I'm gonna get that son of a bitch.
Want some milk and cookies or something? How about a little nap?
Hi, Dad.
And no pictures. I'll buy it for you. It'll give you something to do on the bus.
That man He’s fucking an animal
What?
"The Bombers intimidated the Mustangs from the drop of the puck,
Get somebody in the box. Now.
No, I've never watched a game in my life.
"Without injured star Derek Sutton and rookie Dean Youngblood,
Murray, I'm not coming off.
Your eyes are better than mine. Once I get it threaded, I'm OK.
- Look at him. - He's goin' for it.
I thought you might like a nice cup of tea.
Yo Leafs!
No guts, Murray, eh?
Think about when you're shaking their hands.
("Get Ready" by Diana Ross and the Supremes on radio)
(bell rings)
I'm talking about taking out Chadwick's only daughter. Hold still.
Good. Move it around.
To them, you're just another wetback crossin' the border to play their game.
It'd be dark by the time we got home. We had to sit by the fire to thaw out our feet.
I have it.
Don't think he knows what we mean.
(player) Come on, ref! Drop it!
Here we go.
- Goddammit! - (cheering)
Hockey players love the sight of blood. Especially their own.
Thank God there is still a sport for middle-sized white boys.
(laughter)
("I'm A Real Man" by John Hiatt)
Look, lights. Ice.
I never saw such a sorry bunch of losers in my life!
You take the one with the moustache.
by the rough-and-tumble visitors from Thunder Bay."
from remembering something the rest of your life or something you wanna forget.
Our home and native land!
Shit.
Push! Push!
And Chadwick is a real prick, huh? He's the best coach in the league, Dean.
First half you could skate around with a carton of eggs and not break any.
Penalty shot awarded to the Mustangs, number ten, Dean Youngblood.
Why?
You crazy, Hannah? There's three seconds left. Is that a call?
What's with the rose?
So hit me.
To sleep on.
Cheers.
Call it, you meat head!
I should have done something.