Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Racki blindsided you.
Finish him.
Come on, come on, come on.
(kettle whistles)
Here's a combination.
You got two chances of winning this argument - slim and none. Get in there.
Come on! Somebody hit the hot dog.
- What are you calling? - Penalty shot.
Shoot it, Dean!
Anybody we know?
Scratched from tonight's roster, the following players:
"All I ever wanted to do was play hockey."
- You sure are a glutton for punishment. - This wasn't my idea.
All right, Youngblood!
Great voice.
I'm gonna take 'em out.
Here we go.
They came to one of my games. They've got one spot open for their play-offs.
(spectator) Hewitt, learned how to skate yet?
you'll be lucky if you're drafted by the Tallahassee Warthogs.
You wanna practise now?
OK.
They say he has an attitude problem.
I was only kidding when I said you'd be back dragging your butt in two weeks.
(whistle)
All right.
And for Hamilton - number two, Duane Hewitt,
If I get by you, will you let me play?
You fuck!
There might be a trick or two.
Cheap shot, cheap shot. Hannah, open your eyes!
Hit him, Coach!
for the Mustangs, number ten, Dean Youngblood!
It's a five-minute major. He's bleeding all over the ice.
Go on, Deaner. All yours.
Bombers 2 - Mustangs 1?
THERE IS A DIP IN THE FUCKING CHIPS. What even are chip dips?
My big goal in life is to do the ice at Madison Square Garden.
as long as I go number one in the draft and I sign the biggest contract I can.
Gee, superstar, you really showed 'em, didn't you?
Want some milk and cookies or something? How about a little nap?
- What's your name, honey? - Excuse me.
Go ahead. Try.
Dammit! You're all alike! It means that you're no better than Racki.
He wasn't just some goon. I was there when he got a goal in an all-star game.
Are you all right? - I'll be all right.
(bell rings)
True patriot love
Sit down and shut up, lard ass!
Fan club. Toronto chapter.
Sometimes us old farts aren't so smart.
(PA) Scoring for the Hamilton Mustangs, number nine, Derek Sutton,
Here, back.
And just keep walking, Youngblood.
Dad.
You're a scratch, or didn't you hear? You walked off the team. You're through.
- None. - None? Why not?
What? Hold your fucking hand, huh?
Wanna go pretty boy?
OK.
It's kinda hard to get lost in this town.
Huh?
(Bombers' coach) Chadwick, quit stalling.
- You're goin' nowhere! - On the table.