Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll make the pros.

- Ah, shit. The coach. - Shit.

Come on, Youngblood!

Get your gear on and get on the ice.

- Where's the doc? - What doc?

You know what Gordie Howe's bonus was when he signed?

It's about time, Chadwick!

- I already shaved. - When? Last week?

The big mistake I made was letting Racki go.

(player) Cheers. Come on, let's go. We're just gettin' started.

125 assists and 14 minutes in penalties.

- Keep your head up, prick. - Look where the puck is, asshole.

Yep, still mine.

Thanks for the book.

(spectator) Rip their eyes out!

All right? Come on. You better take a break.

The locker room is that way.

Get outta here, Hannah.

Press hard, Derek, it's really dull.

Let's go... pretty boy.

As soon as it would freeze over, me and my brother Kelly would put on our skates.

Youngblood moves into the Toronto zone. He's really showing some speed.

(hums along to radio)

Yeah, how long do you think that'll last?

He made me stick boy for the team, then he wouldn't let me into the locker room.

Let 'em know you're in the same goddamn rink!

I'll pick up the slack, Pop.

Thank God there is still a sport for middle class white boys.

(Miss McGill) One, two, three...

(Frazier) Easy.

- Three blind mice. - Yeah.

I got a regular shift!

How are you feeling?

Dean Youngblood, unassisted.

(player) Back to the pond, rookie!

What are you doing here?

- You're real coordinated. - I'll play for New York someday.

- Still hurt? - No.

Look... I think you're real nice and got a cute ass,

- (Maureen) I don't see anything. - No, I guess not.

I think you oughta learn how to skate first.

I'm sorry. I probably got you into trouble. I should have gone home with him.

Scoring at 13:57 of the final period, with only three seconds left in the game,

You must be one of Murray's boys.

(Ray) We're only looking for one player.

Come on, kid. Show me something.

Local talent at three o'clock.

- Open your goddamn eyes. - He tripped over his legs.

"And the coach, the coach isn't fair."

Attaboy, Hannah! Attaboy! You're beautiful!

Can you get the door, honey?

I swear to God,