Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You don't deserve a friend like this. - Damn straight.
New?
It means you set the back pick on the box on the weak side for Tom!
Yes. What are you smiling about?
Right. That would've been a technical.
- What is this? - The rest of your stuff.
He had this to say about Tuesday's game.
- What, and you do? - At least I'd appreciate it.
If Lewis Scott ever let you take a shot, you'd wet your frigging pants!
where there's nothing at stake. We're talking about
JJ McCarthy?
We need time to figure this out. Why don't you get us some coffee and food?
- Lewis! I'm going to Disneyland! - Good.
That just proves no one's above it. What about you, doo-doo-digger?
- You guys are well-educated fans. - We want to buy you a drink!
I've got 1 25 channels on the dish.
I can't believe it's going three games…
- In the biblical sense? -Just say we never made it to church.
We can talk it out. We'll talk, we can hold each other.
Oh, God!
Officer!
Hahahahaha
Watch his ass!
I'd like to get him in a room, tie him down,
Oh, no.
So let's do it.
Fans like you make me sick.
It's pathetic. You should learn something about loyalty.
- Good game tonight, Lewis. - What's up, old timer?
What Kind of loser would want to be an aterisk?
If your septic tank is backing up, your hot water takes a leak,
Some bitter ex-high school player who never really made it?
All right, work it down now.
Mike. These are divorce papers.
Hey, not my fault.
I just want to look him in the eye. Cover me. I'm going in.
- And who have we been rooting for? - The Celtics!
Hey, Cramden, where are we going?
Shut up before I bring your head over here and use it as a cue ball.
Nobody sends my man to jail. Let's go. Come on, you asshole.
I'm Bob Cousy...
You go backdoor towards the basket for the lay-up.
Come on, let's do it. One, two, three, Jazz.
Jimmy, you've got...Mike, and he's got a wife and a kid.
- Fix my toilet. - OK.
- What did you do that for? - I'm sick of your bullshit!
Got a minute?
It's Carol and Tommy. Get him in there!
All right. I am going to pay Nick the landlord.
Mr Scott, I think you're the greatest.
- Shep, you all right? - I think your pass messed me up.
- Obsessed. - Obsessed with sports. You're right!
Squashed like a squirrel on the highway. Thank you for the update.
We won! He listened to you, Mikey!
- Get out of my cab now. - What is this? The Twilight Zone?
here at this grudge match, a David and Goliath contest between
Let her go. Who needs a loving, supportive wife like that?
- Mr Cousy, don't steal the ball. - Take your best shot.
Maybe your lucky seat is my lucky seat for the second half.
- Yeah, it's me. Step on it. - Get out of my cab.
It takes courage to speak the truth in this town.
But we'll kick your ass next year!
All right, you suffered long enough. Get in there. Let's win this one!
- Get that prick out! - Foul him! I want him dead!
HE HAD TO SAY ABOUT FRIDAY’S GAME
I'll play one-on-one with this hot dog any day!
Lewis passes the ball! The only man more surprised than me was Sheppard.
He wouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it. You're the greatest.
But it fills the gap.
Yeah. What changed since first half?
- Two-fifty-five! Hut-hut-hut! - Blitz him, blitz him, blitz him!
- Kick their butt, baby? - Are you really rooting for Utah?
- Let's play! - I'm going right. Oops.
- Shut up! - Come on, hit the weight room!
-Jimmy's got one. - This one is called Jimmy's dick.
So you'd hold on to him until after the Celtics win the championship?
- I'm your biggest fan! How are you? - Don't I know you?
You were right! I think I've become a little bit...
Why? Is it so unusual you're not at practice?
Just suck up the energy. All right. Listen up.
Hey, Ed, here we go!
Is this racism? A backlash from the O.J. Simpson verdict?
You miserable son of a bitch!
- It's over. He's gone now. - The virus has been destroyed.
- Relax. He doesn't know our names. -Jimmy Flaherty and Mike O'Hara.
I would very much like to be one. Let's lead our Celtics to victory!
We've no choice. If we let him go now,
- That is not going to happen. - Fine. There's bars on the window.
Sonnez les matines Sonnez les matines
Lunch is almost ready.
-Jimmy, how could you? - Baby, let me explain.