Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They see 'em, they'll try to open you up again.
Hey.
- You need me. - Think it's that easy?
(player) Go get him, Racki.
Sure.
- Don't tell me when to pass the puck. - You want me to slow down for you?
Where else could I get beaten up every day,
Pardon me - rich jerk.
I'm not sure about brain damage.
Yeah.
Hey, I saw you try out. You've got speed.
Contact drill?!
Good. Jab right.
(siren)
That's the match! Get the animal outta here!
Starting line-ups for tonight's game. For the Mustangs...
Look.
The first month he stood beside me with a stopwatch.
What makes you think you can get by me?
sometimes I don't know whether I'm running a boarding house or a hospital.
(hairdryer buzzes)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Better make it extra small, Frazier.
I'm half-ready to call 'em up, see if they'll let me take your place.
- Good to see you. - Hi.
(blows whistle)
We're in this together. You're a team, a family.
I’m gonna carve you up, Pastore
got up to the blue line, cut across the middle and then blasted it on the fly.
Rossini, take Youngblood's next shift.
- Yeah. - You sure?
One more game and we would have had it wrapped up.
Derek says it's because I'm seeing you.
Yeah?
Scotty!!!! Back to the pond rookie!
What about me, Mr Youngblood?
(Kelly) Hamilton Arena.
He sure wasn't looking too good.
They used to try and beat the shit out of me instead.
It's not like Murray doesn't try.
You gonna watch?
I'm Dean Youngblood.
If anything, he's strengthened his bargaining position with the pros.
- Shaving cream. - Shaving cream.
Rossini, take Youngblood out.
You can't get a CAT scan in that rock-bottom town.
(whistle)
It might be a little bit warm. Here, we can let it cool down.
Goddammit! Pull it!
Hit me. What are you waiting for? Come on.
Get it down.
Book of the Month selection?
(Murray) Sutton, Harris and Lynch. Go!
Maybe next time we can send you a telegram. "Get ready for the right hook."