Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why don't you give me your number,
Why are you on the fucking ice, man?
Fuck your Ed Hardy shirt!
.
You have my respect.
I don't know about that. I don't think so.
Oh...
Oh, you pinko Bolshevik ass-eaters, man!
and Montreal grabs him.
.
This has all the elements of a fucking sports masterpiece.
and he really can't hack it.
You're supposed to screen this shit!
Nice work, rookie. Come on, let's go!
I mean, Jesus, all we did was make out.
Doug The Pug
You're not trying out for the... the...
Welcome to Orangetown, motherfucker!
Rhea out as well.
He takes the pass. Here comes LaFlamme.
Three... two...
Both still on their feet.
In fact, on my wedding night.
- We're playing divorced guys. - Yeah.
I really feel like getting hammered right now.
And my dad and my brother,
Right over right over right over right,
- He's... - I bounce.
Is that number taken?
You make me happy, man! With your ass!
Thank you.
Fuck.
Shamrocks take the puck in.
The ice and the puck are like equations, eh Parkie?!
Starting goalie Marco Belchior.
I suppose this is as good a place as any for me to end up.
For the record, they're both adopted.
And their doctor son, Ira.
Yeah.
Shorthanded situation, a great opportunity.
Okay. Yeah.
Give it 121% tonight!
You fucking take it, you motherfucker!
He starts hanging with the wrong people.
Whoo!
- Oh. LaFLAMME: - Did I miss a spot?
It all starts with this player he's got there,
- Both going at it. Both landing blows. - Nail him, Doug.
LaFLAMME: I'm open!
Likes *kosher hot dogs
Bag skate, pussies!!!
It says your name. It says your fucking name on the back.
You do, eh?
the Halifax Highlanders.
So, you saw my headbutt, huh?
Ross "The Boss" motherfucking Rhea.
Some guys on their team are fucking divorced.
Pardon me. Donair sauce on the house, everybody.
Don't get excited. Donair sauce.
Eh? Fuck this fucking sad shit!
Oh, sure.
Come on, Dougie!
Puck goes back to the point. Here's Kim with it.
No. Hey, what happened?
God damn it. And Glatt!
He's tied this thing 2-2 with 5:23 left.
Keep the wolves out of the barn, man. 8 seconds!
Dougie, any thoughts?
Whoa, whoa!
- What? - The wolf.
You still sound like a fucking cyborg.
Stay away from my leftovers
Oh Fuck! What the duck?
Xavier!
LaFlamme still looking to find his game.
For fuck's sake!
are in the fucking toilet.
LaFLAMME: Back, back, back, back, back, back!
Simard flies into the boards.
This guy's going glove, Mother.
- What? Yes! - Oh, hump her head!
Recognize!
Come on, Dougie! Come on, Dougie!
It was Inbeleivable
Language! Do you mind, Pat?
This is Doug... Glatt.
18 holes and a Reuben.
What do you mean?
They got my passport.
Two rules, man: Stay away from my fucking Percosets. And Do you have any fucking Percosets, man?
You know what's hard work? Going through a divorce.
Okay.
love with him.
All right! That's about all I can fucking stand, ladies!
That I want you to make lemonade in my chocolate factory?
I'll probably feature it on next week's "Hot Ice"
It's official
and, yes, we are gonna have a dustup.
Simply checking the numbers out.
my boyfriend got home a few days ago.
Coach, you're not actually gonna let this guy join the team.