Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell the President I'll keep him fully informed until the Vice President's out.
- I'm not afraid of you. - Sure you are.
Aah!
Come on!
If I can't get back to him, he's sitting in D-10.
You'll what? Burn my toast?
No helicopters or police vehicles encroach on the stadium grounds.
It's the seventh game.
I love you too.
- Oh, gross! - I have some work to do.
Frequent Flyer is in and on his way to the locker room.
- It's only one night. - It's the last game of the Stanley Cup.
- What are you gonna do, drown me? - No.
- What's his whole name? - Darren Francis Thomas McCord.
Work don't stop just 'cause the Vice President's coming, you know, babe.
- Mr. Vice President. - Aw, shut up. He's campaigning.
Every body and every thing going into that elevator should have been searched.
We've got eight seconds left!
Aaah!
Sudden death.
# At the twilight's last gleaming
Oh, buy Sam a drink and get his dog one too!
Arson investigator, lots of commendations.
That one came off Steve Smith, the Chicago defenseman, and finds the net.
Hey, what's that?
- Joan. - Hi, Darren.
We'll inform all news outlets of how serious this is.
I tell ya, Mike, I don't think Tolliver looks like himself right now.
That's the President's choice, but I think it's the wrong one.
I have arrangements with the presidents of two.
There'll be a total media blackout on this.
Hey...is that BrD Tolliver? No...It’s Jay Caufield
Tolliver, that's a thousand-dollar fine!
Now back in goal for Pittsburgh,
The Penguins trail by only one.
- Mr. Ferrara? - Yes?
Four hundred million to Banco de Vizcaya, Madrid.
Stay with him.
- Two. - Notify their families.
Daddy!
- Hello? - Emily.
I assure you I won't kill more people than it takes to convince everyone of my sincerity.
You know, I voted for you. I really did.
The Penguins need a goal desperately.
- You just killed two useful members of society. - No! It's being done!
- It's very important work. - Are you a fireman again, Daddy?
- Let me see your license. - Oh, sure.
You don't have to think, Mike. This is hockey.
as the one you deserve.
- Unless I get a direct order, I'm getting those guys out. - Sir?
Penguins looking for a lift here to try and get back in this game.
If you were packing heat, you couldn't get in here.
Oh, scratch my back with a hacksaw!
That's all you need to know.
- What is this, a day-care center? - She saw me off a guy.
Sutter fires and scores! Chicago does get the third goal!
Taken away, and McEachern hustling down the right side.
How many are dead?
The Hawks attacking the Penguin territory.