Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It wasn't Chris McCarthy! It was us!
Hi. I'm Big Jim Fulton. When I'm cutting 'em, I reach for the best.
On Tuesday night, the Celtics defeated Utah Jazz with 1 06-94.
Does he make you hold his peenie when he takes a piss, too, Jimmy?
- Your gaslight's on. - Well, look for a filling station.
Hey, good to see you.
Why do you do this? You're selfish. That kind of behaviour is inexcusable!
Got 'em!
That's nice, Peanut. Now could you get me a grapefruit out of the fridge?
Really? Well, look at this here.
The most important thing is that they win.
- I wanted to ask you something... - What about my fucking car?
-Jesus, Jimmy, you clipped him! - No, that wasn't.
You rationalize with them, listen to their side of the story.
Maybe something happened to him.
- Shall we begin? - Indeed, sir.
All our lives, we've taken from the Celtics.
Hey, listen. I got a little business proposition for you.
The Celtics are going to win!
Here we go! 24 minutes from heaven!
Good call. No blood, no foul. - Quit whining and take your Midol!
Mikey, there's a $20 penalty for writing out bounced cheques.
Hey, moron! The reason why he's a selfish ball hog is because...
- Then you must be willing to die. -Jimmy! Jimmy!
- I won't let Celtics run my life. - How d'you think I feel?
-Just write the man a cheque. - It'll bounce.
HERE we go
You actually get to play in the Garden! At the finals!
- I'm going to throw up. - I appreciate that, man.
- Tell him we're his biggest fans. - Hey, Lewis Scott!
In a case like that, that's a product I believe in, I suppose I would.
You won't believe who's in here. Lewis Scott!
Scott?
- You're still my hero. -Thanks.
Hey, Kevin.
- Why don't you try passing the ball? - Worry about your own game.
I can't stand seeing you in a good mood when they win
You’re the bad luck guy!
- $300. Cough it up. -Just pay the man.
See, I can talk in the third person, too.
Everybody knows you're going to shoot the damn ball!
Jimmy, it's a time-out! Utah's down by one.
You'd better do what Lewis Scott says, 'cause he owns your ass!
Two. Six. One shot.
Then why don't you go get his white ass?
I'd love to stay and throw up.
Play that funky music, white boy Play that funky music right
I hope you die!
- Good pass! - Way to go!
- Let him go, Jimmy! - Otherwise we'll have a weenie roast!
- How'd I do? - Good one with the shoes.
No way. If we get caught, we're going down together.
He lives right down the street. He's a plumber from Charlestown.
Grandma, I've done something terribly wrong.
There it is, there it is, Scott, hoop!
You know the Budweiser ad girl? Been there, done that.
10,000, what's that to him?
I bet you guys couldn't get past first base with the Budweiser frog.
- What are you doing? Put him in! - Messing with me, huh? I saw you.
Wow. That's good.
- Nick, lock it up! - Was that Lewis Scott?
- You guys want to go to Doyle's? - See you there.
- Come on, Lewis! - Lewis!
- They're going to win. - Why must you ruin this for me?
Yeah, Lewis!
We’re Bad luck guys!