Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Greg Smyth against Robitaille, and zoom!

Here's Mullen. It goes wide off the glove of Eddie Belfour.

Not even when things blew up.

This is Hallmark.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Dad, what did he say?

For Chicago, every step, every rush is so important.

Bring him to me.

My daughter's missing, and someone just tried to kill me.

Third period's started. We got less than 20 minutes and we're guessing.

I'll never wash this hand again.

- Do you know my mom? - No, but your dad's invited me over for dinner tomorrow.

- What is your name? - Emily.

- Come on, let's go! - Watch it, will ya?

- Yo, Ref. - He's calling for the referee.

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We'll page it too.

He's got all summer to get better.

I can't breathe!

Throw away the clocks, because the next goal is going to win the Stanley Cup.

I said no vehicles on the grounds, no helicopters in the air...

- Why, is there a light bulb that needs changing? - You take that back!

This is my daughter Emily and my son Tyler.

Go on through, Mr. Mac. And who's this beauty?

I'll go too, so you'll have company.

May I help you?

They're moving more.

Sir, I have strong reservations about you going alone.

Get down here now!

- Thanks. - Where are the rest of your men?

- He hasn't challenged much all night. - Oh, shit.

An old-fashioned shoot-out here at the Stanley Cup competition.

So I took her up to the owner's box.

Not any more. Go ahead.

You happen to be wrong, though. There may be a reason to kill someone else.

Stay there for 90 seconds and keep the line clear.

Let's go, let's go.

You stop me, you win. I get your bombs, I win.

Bring up the skycam. Pan it left.

Game's tied at one. Chicago puts the pressure on the Penguins.

I got this one, man.

What a save by Brad Tolliver! That's the save of the year!

If you fuck around and something happens to my kid...

and no agents in the building.

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

I get funny all over when you talk like that.

He shoots. Whoa! And he scores! Whoo!

Let's just stroll into your house like I'm your favorite nephew.

I swear this. If you hurt my wife, I'll...

And here we go. Game seven of the Stanley Cup finals.

I saw these two and followed them.

I don't know what he did, if he just recharged his battery or what,

I'm no fucking terrorist. I'm a professional!

His wife's recently deceased. He would have been lonely without her.

He finally shoots and scores!