Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're McCord. I'm Hallmark.

- I didn't vote for this guy. - That's what makes what you're doin' such a special gesture.

Evaluate situation, calculate potential losses and take appropriate action.

This is Matthew Hallmark, Secret Service. Put the Vice President on.

One of these clubs is going to skate with Lord Stanley's cup here at Civic Arena Ice tonight.

Duckerman, why don't you put on a jock?

- Lousy. How long have you known what's going on here? - Assume we don't.

That's why you won't hear anyone complain about my cooking.

- Sprite. No, Coke. No, Sprite. - Shut up!

- He was trying to save a little girl in a burning building... - Are we going to the game?

Coming to the Penguin line.

One minute remaining in the third period.

Robitaille back down to Chicago territory.

- And the Vice President's. - How'd you happen to come down here?

Dead heroes get the best funerals.

I need you to come with me. I'm with the Secret Service.

- Nobody else is coming out dead! - How you gonna get there?

- Firemen don't do that kind of stuff. - What kind of stuff?

It's customary to offer these minor vices to someone before they die.

We've got four minutes left in period number two.

That's one of the counter banks.

Watch Loeman. He's got eyes in the back of his head.

You said firemen don't do that kind of stuff.

Steve Smith finds the lane. He'll skate ahead.

Fires and scores! The Chicago Blackhawks have tied this game...

- What the fuck is going on? - Fuck you. And fuck your kid.

- See you later, Mr. Mac. - Okay.

Are these men yours?

Sandstrom and the Penguins have tied it at two.

Belfour keeps the play alive.

- Now you talk to me. - Who are you?

He gave him a right cross and knocked him down.

Doesn't look too good.

What kind of lunatic are you?

I'll show you the difference between the game you played and the one I play.

Come by some afternoon.

The puck's run by Francis, ahead to Robitaille.

You're wasting some of that unrealistic timetable.

but this guy was really sick and he's gonna try to finish the game.

I'd hate to see them waste it.

Now in goal for Pittsburgh, number 31, Ken Wregget.

He's at number seven. Get somebody there.

# And the rockets' red glare

- And I'm a little kid. - Hey, fella, I didn't pay to watch you!

If it does, tell my ex-wife her gravy train went off the tracks.

Section B. Now.

- Is that all? - Christ, I'm just one guy.