Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(all mumble) No.

I'm not gonna be a lawyer or a doctor.

Watch the offside.

- There's too much work to be done here. - Dad, I can't wait any more.

and Squaw Island.

You were lucky to win. Ten minutes and they would have turned it around.

Six stitches, five minutes.

So let's go. Jordy, take centre for Sutton.

His head's up here.

How'd you get to be so horseshit In one week?

(ice hockey commentary on radio)

You gotta be able to keep your balance, hold a guy off, maybe take a few punches.

Scoring for the Thunder Bay Bombers, number 20, Carl Racki,

If you wanna be here tomorrow, you better show me more than right now.

- Chew on this, Chadwick. - Chew on this, asshole.

A player gets cut, he takes 30 minutes to close him up.

- Here. - Heavy.

It's all I ever wanted to do.

(Jessie) Stop it!

Go ahead. Give it a shot.

Wake up, superstar. This is junior hockey now. He'll sit out one game max.

See you around.

This is the final game in the Canadian Junior Hockey Championship,

You lost to fucking Quinn!

The rookie setting up Sutton for his 93rd tally this year.

I'm gonna shove that stick right up your ass.

our own Thunder Bay Bombers!

Wanna go, pretty boy?

Don't worry. You'll be seeing me around.

- New York. - Yeah.

Well, you're settling in, I see.

- I'm ready. - Oh, yeah?

Like a big, big, fucking filling.

Like that sorry son of a bitch who just tripped over the blue line?

- That's nice. - Sit down.

formerly a scratch, will be in the line-up tonight.

"It was ruled the defence man Duane Hewitt of the Mustangs

(PA) Let's hear a warm welcome for the visiting team, the Thunder Bay Bombers.

We went to the bookstore. She bought me a book.

I wanna play tonight.

- Looks good for about six. - (player) Six? Come on, ten.

the memorial cup going to the winner.

So you decided to be a hockey player.

Well, in front of the theatre. We were there together. Separately.

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You don't want stitches in Thunder Bay.

Go for it. You wanted a doctor.

- Come on, I'm open. - Don't play with it. Move it.

I didn't want another son hurt.

- The one who's gonna sew my eye. - You're looking at him.

Youngblood and Sutton.

Let me get Murray. OK?

Remember, though, get that stick away from him first.

Come on, Racki.

- Learn to take a drink, man. - Fuck, I'm sorry.