Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Oh! I see. Now you're scaring me, too.

then there's no evidence of a conspiracy, so...

I'm not taking your money. I'm doing this as a friend.

What-huh? You don't have a chance my friend.

-"Blowup." 1966. Antonioni.

-Yeah, and I'll bet he doesn't have a lot of friends either.

But he's not exactly sure of what he has, right?

Besides, I've got another whole set of them back home.

That must have set you back a few bucks, eh?

-He loses possession in back of the net, and New York is able to take the puck...

-Hey look, I'm sorry I meet a lot of people.

Hockey's all he ever wanted. He'd never cross that line.

They say that every man has a price at which he'll do anything.

Come on! On the floor!

-Would you be able to do that for us?

Hey, you want an autograph, shut your yap.

-Oh he's great. I bought him a house up there at Silver Lake.

-Brand new paint job, wax and detail. You have any idea what windows for a Buick Riviera cost?!

Just a radio check, dispatch.

Usually it was my grandmother.

I'm just gonna keep an eye on him, all right?

-Are you saying you believe this guy? Is that what you're saying, huh?

-They're not always wrong.

I didn't think anything mattered anymore.

made me feel proud.

just to see how far you could drive it into the bank.

-Well, twelve straight hours of hockey seems like a bit much even for you, Fraser.

-Yeah, real lucky.

-You know when you came by, I remembered you, you know that.

-Nah. Something's not right here, Fraser.

Oh, uh, I owe you five dollars.

You fix the car?