Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Three hundred feet. Copy.
You've got to get the cops.
- Jesus Christ. - Get 'em out of here.
Drop it.
Well, here's to a great game.
- Got any tape? - You're covering the right head.
- Neither does my daughter. - Who knows where she is?
- Your demands are unrealistic. - I'm a positive thinker, Matty.
Christ, Jefferson, it's a locker room.
Oh, I made this up? The penguin had a gun.
and we'll all get the support we need from local P.D.
Now, very slowly... I mean very slowly...
Chicago slips it back behind the Pittsburgh goal.
He's gonna come out. He'll challenge.
Now you won't be by yourself.
Aaaah!
There's no reason to kill anyone else. Nobody's a threat to you.
They work it down the right. Murphy has it and he gave it away.
The National Hockey League presents game seven of the Stanley Cup finals.
Daddy, that's the man.
Come on.
- You know where they are? - I made some educated guesses.
- Randy. - Mr. Icey's a woman, jerk-off.
but how the fuck did we lose the Vice President?
- Get in there. - Let's go, Kenny.
McCord's disarming your bombs.
- What else? - Did you have agents posted at a private elevator?
- And your father's name? - It's McCord too.
If you're not gonna pay, I'll get my daughter.
Tolliver hits his head on the ice, and he's hurt, but play continues.
- Come on, it's been dead all day. - Which one controls the billboard?
One civilian, but the room is full of candidates.
- You're out of your mind. - Me? Ha!
He didn't mention that. He just said bring you upstairs.
- Ackerman, Ekers. - Yeah.
Come on, I'll introduce you. He won't bite.
Icey. Big deal. Some fat guy in a ratty penguin suit.
Someone is holding the owner's box and everybody in it, including my kid.
You know what that means?
You force your way in here with a gun, and now I have to feed you?
- All right. How many are dead? - Counting Secret Service?
Ooh, now, Tom, come on. If we're gonna play, you got to play nice.
All right! All right!
The Chicago Blackhawks control the opening face-off.
Quick shot, save made! Hawgood trying to tee it up. Stopped by Tolliver.
- I wanna go with Icey. - So does Tyler.
We're going to sudden death overtime! You would have to be here to believe it!
Uh, if the smoke bothers anyone, you just speak up.
I'm not alone.
That's how I like it. Abundantly.
Hawgood's got a man, Robitaille, but he can't connect on the pass.
I still am.
Sudden death.
Break off! Break off!
She's practicing to be deaf, but that's still my hat!
You're assuming his detonators are radio-controlled.
Okay, camera two, show me the stands.
Then come and get me.
Just moments away, they're gonna pack up the Stanley Cup and take it to Chicago.
Icey!
- C-4. I hope he's wrong. - Not likely.
Coming into the Chicago end. Moves in to the net. A backhand shot, off-target.
- How many have you found? - How many what?
A few words. There's an optimist.
What am I gonna get?