Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bang! I'm immortal.
He looks like he's struggling in that goal for the Penguin.
Enough bombs have been planted in this building to stop all the clocks in the hemisphere.
Right out of the company store. You talk, we listen.
- We have bomb squads. - They don't do us any good out there.
so I'm gonna let you talk to a little friend of mine.
Nothing.
We could bring the whole building down.
McCord? Hallmark, Secret Service. What's your situation?
Jagr will carry it in.
Belfour made the stop. Straka with a quick shot.
The Chicago Blackhawks hold on to a 4-3 lead.
- How do I get in the box? - Oh, you don't.
Be sure to pick up your copy now.
- Um. - No, please!
Man down!
No, but my dad played. He was a goalie.
That blonde you're staring at, she's the fat guy.
We're here to see the Vice President.
Ground the other choppers. I don't want to take this guy alive.
He and your sister got invited to sit in the owner's box, way up there.
- That's impossible. - At least one-third must be moved...
Left wing pass down to Steve Smith.
Whoa! Cool!
as Dirk Graham nailed it home, his fourth of the play-offs.
# That our flag was still there
You'd probably think I was lying, no matter what I told you,
He was taken off-line. He's a head case.
Daddy!
Graham, slap shot! Tolliver makes the save.
Ysebaert will rebound. He'll turn and shoot.
Then get the fuck in there.
You said her name was Carla, didn't you?
some converted to foreign currency,
If we're still lagging at the end of the second period, two of you will die.
besides the Vice President, are still alive?
Shot picked up by Dubinsky.
The Penguins don't have much time!
Larmer drills one! Nice stop! He gave more moves than Mae West on that one!
Tolliver hit his head on the ice so hard his kids will be born dizzy.
The FBI won't be necessary. He's our asset. We'll get him back.
When you get him on the line,
# O'er the land
We're out looking for him.
And back come the Pittsburgh Penguins.
It's not fair to the kids... or me.
We're all going out to dinner.
No!
I would've had him if you had more control over your men.
- Dad, he doesn't have a rocking chair. - A what?
Aah!
He waved at me. You see that, Dad?
- They're moving some. - They're way behind.
This is Andrew. He's the head chef.
Three hundred feet.
He promised he'd take me home. He always does what he says.
You soaked her!
Get outta the way!
No!
I always wanted a son.