Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We don't need Scott. Bench him and teach him a lesson.
I hate my life.
Kiss my ass, Boston!
A strong-jawed, athletic, rim-minded gym teacher like you?
OK, Mr Germany, where were we?
They were singin'and movin' to the groovin'
Oh, the kid is nice, the kid is nice!
- He took a nasty cut to the ear. - Next time he'll wear an ear guard.
Yeah, Tkachuk..Go Get ‘em! Flames, Flames, Flames!
Pass the ball around, keep it moving. Grab some big, fat defence.
Go vomit so you can feel better about yourself.
So by sitting in this seat I'm helping the Jazz? Switch!
Lewis Scott, NBA All Star
- Listen to me. - I can't believe I hit you.
Thanks for the hostage-tality, guys. But I really gotta go.
Not you, Dad. I meant Lewis.
Did you see that blonde in the new Guess ad?
What A DICK!!!!!!
I have a plan. I am calling the cops, then I'm divorcing you. Let's go.
Kimball, jeez.
and do the drills! Now!
Every woman in Boston must want to get into bed with your pasty, bloated ass.
Another beer, and my new friends here will have...
Hey! Turn it off! Give me the gun, I'll shoot myself in the head.
It could be worth something later, in a few years,
Come on, Jimmy, the rock!
The paper said Utah's favoured by two. He probably won't even have to go.
-Jazz music sucks and so do you! - You suck.
I'm Marv Albert along with Bill Walton at Boston Garden
Are there any questions? What?
You will not interfere with an NBA championship again. Never!
Prison won't be so bad. I can become a born-again Christian.
- Help! - Get him in the kitchen!
OK.
- Go, Lewis! - Scott power!
Thanks for telling me about the lighter.
What's with the jerseys? Don't you think that's a little overkill?
I hate that guy.
Maybe I shouldn't. I'm starting to see double.
No!
- And I feel stronger for it. - Good. I'm proud of you.
- What's wrong? - Bill Russell is awful sad.
Yeah!
If you was crippled, I'd have you rubbing that nub.
- What are you saying? - You have a wife and a kid.
Carol and I are really getting along. She even went to a hockey game.
1 5 minutes half-time period. Please pull out your ticket stubs!
I will not let you down. I'll give them some of that death row shit.
- Who's that? - I want my rent money, Jimmy!
Excuse me.
I wouldn't skip practice or be ragging on my team-mates! I'd work hard!
Sheppard! Sheppard! Are you OK, man?
I know I'm hopeless. 'Cause my dream is dead!
- You know I can get a little crazy. - I know.
Celtic music SUCKS!
For the ladies, always the added touch.
- Here we go, Celtics! - Hey, Jimmy!