Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Those guys are physically fit! - We'll never catch him this way.
Seventh game of the finals and he ditches practice!
- There it is. - You can't stop me!
- It's a nice design. - You idiots.
There it is, there it is, there it is, Scott, hoop!
It's Nick, the landlord. He's got a key. He's the landlord.
- Don't say that. You're killing me! - Your fantasies are my reality.
- What, stink hands? - Are you turning us in to the police?
- The Celts are getting killed, Mikey. - They've got to work it to the post.
You sit watching sports, criticizing athletes 'cause you wish it was you.
It wasn’t Brian it was us
Defence! Defence!
See, I can talk in the third person, too
The fate of the Jazz rests on the shoulders of their star, Lewis Scott.
This isn't bad.
He's not worth it!
Defence!
Chris McCarthy! Where have you been?
See you, Dad!
- Excited? - Yeah.
They're my friends.
I am totally losing my shit, man. I'll never make it in jail!
- Kevin, you're losing it, man! -Take care. Stay out of trouble.
Lewis Scott has expanded his game, and his team-mates are responding.
- Where are you from? - Charlestown. Get out of here.
I love the Celtics!
Nowhere. We're just going to drive around till after the game.
It's time to give something back.
-Bad crap. - I'll call again.
I don't believe what I just saw!
- I think you should go, Chris. - What are you talking about?
I'm the one born with the talent, not you.
Hear that, Boston? I'm gonna kick your ass!
and a bad mood when they lose.
The Celtics are going to hand you your ass on Sunday.
What the hell's gotten into you? Huh?
You guys are really good at this. You ever think about going pro?
That's basketball. You see a problem, you solve it. That's coaching.
Schnapps and a scotch. Make mine a vodka.
No, that's us! Marv Albert's talking about us. Oh, I can die now!
And if we can hold onto him, maybe we can win that championship.
Hey, you know what I was thinking? We'll go back to that therapist!
Ive looked into the face of the devil and im stronger for it
I'm the kind of guy who hangs himself in his shoelaces on the first night!
I like this very much.
- Where the hell do you think he is? - Maybe he had trouble with the van.
He wouldn't even let you make the banana pancakes.
But as a Celtics fan, I must reply Yes.
- You saved them? - Yes!
Unchain me right now, or I'll blow this place to kingdom come!
- Carol. Tommy. - See. It's Jimmy.
If they offered you a million to do a Tidy Bowl commercial, would you?
Listen up! Kevin, you're playing the number five position!
We're not having a party! Get some coffee and food!
Watch it, ref!
I can't live with someone who refuses to grow.
You don't know what's going on! We have a plan!
I'm installing a whirlpool spa next week, and Friday I'll have...
- What are you doing? - I came for the game.
Kevin O'Grady, Boston Police.
- Easy! Show some respect. - Patty, Timmy. Respect!
There he is.
Taxi!
Be careful. It's a top-of-the-line quiet flush.
You should go in there with him just to be safe.
We are in the middle of the NBA finals.
Is Mike O'Hara's dream dead? We'll see after a word from this sponsor.
- How's old Diane? - Her boy's turning eight on Sunday.
- That's two more than Jimmy. - That's cruel, but true.