Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Youngblood, take left wing on Sutton's line.
Yo! Another round.
- Are you OK? - Let's go, Hewitt. You got five for slash.
Scored 92 goals this year so far for the Stanton Flyers.
My brother and I got used to her being gone, but I don't think my old man has.
Amen!
Next player penalty, Hamilton.
I gotta get him off.
To them, you're another wetback crossin' the border to play their game.
Can I ask you a question? How'd you get so horseshit in one day?
Closet crooner.
Mikeys got a shot...
"Mustangs ran into a Pearl Harbor of sorts last night at the home rink,
number nine, Derek Sutton, and number ten, Dean Youngblood.
Bring him down to the other end. You all right?
Get his stick away, Deaner!
Yo Leafs!
You know, your dad benched me.
In here.
If you don't want one of these - and I'll do it too - you'd better start hitting out there!
At least you have a reason to be here.
Upper left-hand corner. Goalie never moved.
You'll be all right.
Chadwick, what'd you feed 'em for lunch? Chicken sandwiches?
Penalty against Hamilton, number two, Duane Hewitt.
Fuck!
(bed springs creak)
OK?
Get up!
Right.
No, no! Don't!
Youngblood!
On the board!
That's for sure.
v v
Fuck!
He moves to his left. He skates around them.
You look like shit.
Shit!
The series should be a classic, as the slick Mustangs face the Bombers,
And this.
I missed three cos of haemorrhoids.
Our True North strong and free!
That's right.
Come on. Yeah!
Forget it. You're worthless around there anyway.
You wanna spend the rest of the night in the locker room, keep it up.
- (player) Mad butcher of Hamilton. - Oh.
And I watched them take him out, and all I could think about is what if it'd been you?
Good. Keep going.
You know, Dean,
Shoot it in!
- It's a nice room. - It's not bad.