Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nowhere. We're just going to drive around till after the game.
- Those guys are physically fit! - We'll never catch him this way.
He wouldn't even let you make the banana pancakes.
You sit watching sports, criticizing athletes 'cause you wish it was you.
- How's old Diane? - Her boy's turning eight on Sunday.
This isn't bad.
Be careful. It's a top-of-the-line quiet flush.
I can't live with someone who refuses to grow.
Defence!
- It's a nice design. - You idiots.
See you, Dad!
You should go in there with him just to be safe.
Kevin O'Grady, Boston Police.
Hear that, Boston? I'm gonna kick your ass!
- That's two more than Jimmy. - That's cruel, but true.
If they offered you a million to do a Tidy Bowl commercial, would you?
Listen up! Kevin, you're playing the number five position!
- What, stink hands? - Are you turning us in to the police?
- Kevin, you're losing it, man! -Take care. Stay out of trouble.
Defence! Defence!
- Excited? - Yeah.
and a bad mood when they lose.
I like this very much.
- Where are you from? - Charlestown. Get out of here.
- Where the hell do you think he is? - Maybe he had trouble with the van.
Unchain me right now, or I'll blow this place to kingdom come!
Seventh game of the finals and he ditches practice!
- Don't say that. You're killing me! - Your fantasies are my reality.
Taxi!
The Celtics are going to hand you your ass on Sunday.
- What are you doing? - I came for the game.
I don't believe what I just saw!
I'm the one born with the talent, not you.
I am totally losing my shit, man. I'll never make it in jail!
But as a Celtics fan, I must reply Yes.
Chris McCarthy! Where have you been?
What the hell's gotten into you? Huh?
Hey, you know what I was thinking? We'll go back to that therapist!
Lewis Scott has expanded his game, and his team-mates are responding.
See, I can talk in the third person, too
Ive looked into the face of the devil and im stronger for it
I'm the kind of guy who hangs himself in his shoelaces on the first night!
There it is, there it is, there it is, Scott, hoop!
- There it is. - You can't stop me!
You don't know what's going on! We have a plan!
We're not having a party! Get some coffee and food!
It's Nick, the landlord. He's got a key. He's the landlord.
The fate of the Jazz rests on the shoulders of their star, Lewis Scott.
Watch it, ref!
It's time to give something back.
- Easy! Show some respect. - Patty, Timmy. Respect!
He's not worth it!
- I think you should go, Chris. - What are you talking about?
There he is.
Is Mike O'Hara's dream dead? We'll see after a word from this sponsor.
It wasn’t Brian it was us
- You saved them? - Yes!
We are in the middle of the NBA finals.
I love the Celtics!
- The Celts are getting killed, Mikey. - They've got to work it to the post.
Schnapps and a scotch. Make mine a vodka.
That's basketball. You see a problem, you solve it. That's coaching.
- Carol. Tommy. - See. It's Jimmy.
-Bad crap. - I'll call again.
They're my friends.
You guys are really good at this. You ever think about going pro?
I'm installing a whirlpool spa next week, and Friday I'll have...
No, that's us! Marv Albert's talking about us. Oh, I can die now!
And if we can hold onto him, maybe we can win that championship.