Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Spread manure. - You candy ass!

- Thanks a lot. - Thanks a lot, Mr Youngblood.

- Scalpel. - Scalpel.

Maybe it should be.

And now, returning home, undefeated in their series against Calgary,

He's in alone on the goalie.

- (Murray) Can I talk to you? - (Racki) Yeah.

Youngblood, you forgot your helmet.

Youngblood, take left wing from Naz in this period.

- I kicked his ass all over the rink. - But you're not as fast as he is.

I don't give a shit where I play,

Hold him still, boys. We don't want another Victor Gunderson incident.

Carl Racki. Six feet, 198 pounds. Played tier two in the Western League last year.

I got three bus tickets here to some of your favourite Junior C hockey teams.

Save some of that for the ice, huh?

Can I ask you a question? How'd you get so horseshit in one day?

- You mean maim Racki? - Why not? He deserved it.

What's so funny? I had to have surgery. I'll show you.

God, what are you saying?

You'll be playing for the Mustangs next year.

Yeah. Like with Kelly's bonus?

The only thing better than a glass of beer is tea with Miss McGill.

Come on, grab me. Grab me. Come on.

We all wanna play so bad.

- I'm gonna carve you up, Racki. - All right, settle down.

You better know so. This isn't some recreational hockey league.

(cheering and whistling)

It's like a filling for a tooth.

How would you like to wake up at 3am with the scoreboard flashing:

"But the guys on the other team are real mean."

(Miss McGill) Dean!

Show me something. Come on, kid, show me something. Come on, kid.

If you're gonna go back, I wanna make sure you're ready.

Dean, what happens if you don't make the pros?