Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did you see that blonde in the new Guess ad?
Kiss my ass, Boston!
- He took a nasty cut to the ear. - Next time he'll wear an ear guard.
- And I feel stronger for it. - Good. I'm proud of you.
The paper said Utah's favoured by two. He probably won't even have to go.
Celtic music SUCKS!
- Here we go, Celtics! - Hey, Jimmy!
- Who's that? - I want my rent money, Jimmy!
I know I'm hopeless. 'Cause my dream is dead!
Are there any questions? What?
Another beer, and my new friends here will have...
I hate that guy.
Thanks for telling me about the lighter.
- What are you saying? - You have a wife and a kid.
I will not let you down. I'll give them some of that death row shit.
Lewis Scott, NBA All Star
So by sitting in this seat I'm helping the Jazz? Switch!
Go vomit so you can feel better about yourself.
For the ladies, always the added touch.
What A DICK!!!!!!
- Listen to me. - I can't believe I hit you.
Oh, the kid is nice, the kid is nice!
- Go, Lewis! - Scott power!
Kimball, jeez.
We don't need Scott. Bench him and teach him a lesson.
and do the drills! Now!
Yeah, Tkachuk..Go Get ‘em! Flames, Flames, Flames!
Prison won't be so bad. I can become a born-again Christian.
I'm Marv Albert along with Bill Walton at Boston Garden
Sheppard! Sheppard! Are you OK, man?
- You know I can get a little crazy. - I know.
- Help! - Get him in the kitchen!
A strong-jawed, athletic, rim-minded gym teacher like you?
Yeah!
I hate my life.
Excuse me.
Carol and I are really getting along. She even went to a hockey game.
Not you, Dad. I meant Lewis.
1 5 minutes half-time period. Please pull out your ticket stubs!
Maybe I shouldn't. I'm starting to see double.
No!
- What's wrong? - Bill Russell is awful sad.
It could be worth something later, in a few years,
I have a plan. I am calling the cops, then I'm divorcing you. Let's go.
Thanks for the hostage-tality, guys. But I really gotta go.
If you was crippled, I'd have you rubbing that nub.
Come on, Jimmy, the rock!
I wouldn't skip practice or be ragging on my team-mates! I'd work hard!
Hey! Turn it off! Give me the gun, I'll shoot myself in the head.
What's with the jerseys? Don't you think that's a little overkill?
You will not interfere with an NBA championship again. Never!
OK, Mr Germany, where were we?
Pass the ball around, keep it moving. Grab some big, fat defence.
-Jazz music sucks and so do you! - You suck.
Every woman in Boston must want to get into bed with your pasty, bloated ass.
They were singin'and movin' to the groovin'
OK.