Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Violators will be prosecuted. Thank you for your cooperation.
- Yo! Two Bloody Marys! - Tequila once again for the second time!
So, does little boom-boom have a crush on her?
These are some of my boys.
- That guy suckered me. - Poor baby.
Dean?
There's the puck!
Yeah. I did.
A week.
I always thought he was wonderful.
Thanks.
Cheers.
Shit. Excuse me.
- Let's go. - Come on, tough guy.
Son of a bitch!
(Murray) All right, move it, Derek!
I figured you'd show.
I'm gonna go with the other kid. I need someone who can put the puck in the net.
What about you guys? How many goals did you score last year?
Dean Youngblood. Five foot ten inches, 160 pounds.
(Kelly) Now, there's one thing you're gonna have to learn.
O Canada!
- What's going on here? - We met at the theatre.
When you were young. How old do you think you are?
Jessie.
Maybe he's right.
- Let me see. - (player) Fucking animal.
You're on your own.
Sutton. Careful out there. You'll get your hair messed up.
Can I ask you a question ? How’d you get so horseshit in one day?
Fuck me.
Hey, Dean. Can I have your autograph?
Come up.
How can you be thinking about the game when you're styling your hair?
- Let me at him! - (Dean) I'm waiting, Racki.
How was it?
- Where's down there? - The city.
What if it was you? Why don't you just quit?
Defence. Six three, 210.
Hey, cheers! Miss McGill!
Come on, Derek!
I got another game to work next week, if you don't mind.
- Who? Miss McGill? - Fuck you.
- I can't stand the sight of blood. - Unless it's your own, right?
Just hit it, pillow hands.