Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not any more. Go ahead.

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

Bring up the skycam. Pan it left.

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

I'll never wash this hand again.

Bring him to me.

Sir, I have strong reservations about you going alone.

May I help you?

I get funny all over when you talk like that.

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

This is my daughter Emily and my son Tyler.

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

I got this one, man.

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

Stay there for 90 seconds and keep the line clear.

I saw these two and followed them.

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

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

and no agents in the building.

We'll page it too.

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

He's got all summer to get better.

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

Not even when things blew up.

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

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

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

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

They're moving more.

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

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

Dad, what did he say?

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

Greg Smyth against Robitaille, and zoom!

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

# Banner yet wave

This is Hallmark.

Let's go, let's go.

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

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

He shoots. Whoa! And he scores! Whoo!

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

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

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

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

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

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

- What is your name? - Emily.

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

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

He finally shoots and scores!

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

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

Get down here now!

I can't breathe!