Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ever since I was about your age...
I think you got the J-shot.
I don't know.
That's what they say you do. First you deny, then you go into anger.
Now what?
Look, Rory, it's too hot down here.
No, that's my nose.
Dad!
He did. He said, "Son, I want you to have this.
Really fine.
Charlie's been great all evening.
Chester, it's me.
Quit following me.
What's up with that?
You played on the magic harmonica.
It was Natalie's idea.
Really.
How you doing, little bear?
Nice to know he had time for someone.
H H
He was made of ice and snow Then he came to life one day
A little wide. But nice shot. Who taught you that shot?
Fresh powder. My favorite!
A little thing I call the J-shot.
Hey, look...
Fakes left, fakes right.
I wished it.
As dumb as me?
You can give up, or you can keep firing the puck, bud.
Get out...
...what's going on?
I'm hungry.
He's got the whole vacation to sleep. Come on.
Only a little cuter.
Okay, you can go back to sleep. I just wanted to say hi.
For that old silk cap they found
All right, all right, Frost!
All right.
Hey, I'm home.
So?
How bad is it in there?
Yeah, sure, hold on a second.
What?!
And it's really, really good for you to have a dream.
Help him!
Bad day to be a snowman.
You are my mark on the world.
Just before we do that...
Let's get him!
Why don't you come get him?
You know how you always wanted to be the next Wayne Gretzky?
Yes, he did.
...and seeing that we're behind the Devils again...
All right.
We have our heading.
Merry Christmas to you, bud.
What if I need you?
Nice work, ball number three.
Rory's (using censored bad word)! Rory's (using censored bad word)!
Where you going?
Way to go, Charlie.
How...?
- Good one, Rory. - Give it back!
The groove?
He does look pretty bad.
Excuse me, miss?
Could you estimate an age?
I hope you brought me chocolates. Yes!
Hey, guys.
Three balls, two sticks, one cork nose. Snowman? No.
All right , wait a minute I have to wake myself up .
Listen, my car broke down back here.
Sorry.
We're safe!
Hi, Mom.
This isn't the end of it, Frost.
He Looks like you.
That little twerp's getting away!
There it is.
I never even met my old man.