tools that Leaf fans got tired of two years ago.
Gary Bettman: Colie, it's great to see you. Glad you could make it.
Colin Campbell: Oh, you know I'd never miss a Gary Bettman party. How's it going so far?
Bettman: Not bad. My world famous potato salad is a big hit.
Campbell: That's great. But shouldn't somebody have laid out all the paper plates and cutlery by now?
Bettman: Yeah, one of the players said they would do it.
Campbell: Well, whoever it was, they got started and then only finished about two-thirds of the job.
Bettman: They did what... uh oh. Sigh. Um, Brad?
Brad Richards (casually wandering by): Yeah Gary?
Bettman: Brad, you gave us all your word that you were going to finish the whole thing.
Richards: Hm. Yeah, I suppose I did say that. Oops.
Bettman: Brad, I trusted you. How do you think this makes me feel right now?
Richards: You know, I hadn't really thought about it that way. But now that you mention it, I suppose that if I put myself in your shoes what I'd probably be thinking is ...
(They stare at each other for a few moments.)
Bettman: You didn't finish your sentence.
Bettman: I guess I should have seen that coming.
Richards (under his breath while walking away): Sucker.
(Bettman spots Mike Gillis standing nearby.)
Bettman: Uh, Mike? What happened to that filet mignon I gave you?
Gillis (holding a small piece of wilted cauliflower): Alex Anthopoulos convinced me to trade it to him for this.
Bettman: Anthopoulos! What did I say about you baseball guys crashing my party?
Anthopoulos (casually waving one hand): You said it wouldn't bother you at all.
Bettman (slightly dazed): It would not bother me at all.
(A smirking Anthopoulos walks away, plucking Bettman's beer from his hand and replacing it with an empty water bottle on his way by.)
Gillis (still holding the cauliflower): So, I can still blame Brian Burke for all this, right?
Campbell: Uh, hey Gary, why is Brendan Shanahan in the next yard, holding a clipboard and wearing a lab coat?
Bettman: Oh, don't mind him. He's just holding his annual Research and Development BBQ.
(They both look over at Shanahan, who is attempting to place a grilled hotdog in between two hamburger buns.)
Bettman: You know, just trying out a few new ideas...
(Shanahan begins arranging scoops of ice cream on the grill above an open flame.)
Bettman: See what works, what doesn't.
(Shanahan is carefully drawing a line on the ground with mustard right behind another line made out of ketchup.)
Campbell: Will you ever actually use any of his ideas?
Bettman: Oh lord, no. Not in a million years. But it keeps him busy, and it gives the media something to write about in August.
(In the background, Charles Wang sprints by wearing a New York Islanders bathing suit. He bounds over to the diving board and hurls himself off the end.)
Wang (in mid-air): Cannon ball!
Bettman: There's no water in that pool, Charles.
Wang (still in mid-air): I probably should have done more due diligence!
Campbell (ignoring a dull "thud" in the background): Why didn't you get somebody to fill the pool?
(They both look over to where Brad Richards is napping in a hammock next to a running hose.)
Wang (climbing over the side of the pool): You know, I'm pretty sure if we just move the empty pool to a different yard a few blocks away, everything will be just fine.
(Bettman spots Avalanche general manager Greg Sherman wandering by holding a plate filled with orange peels and coffee grounds.)
Bettman (sighing): Greg, what happened to all that potato salad I made for you?
Sherman (confused): Well, I got this trade offer…
(Capitals' general manger George McPhee passes by, happily eating a plateful of potato salad.)
Bettman: Oh for… Not again, Greg.
Sherman: He can be really convincing when he wants to be.
Tomas Vokoun (wandering by unhappily): Tell me about it.
Campbell: I've got to be honest, Gary.
Bettman: This isn't going well, is it?
Campbell: Well, everyone has food poisoning because Brad Richards served all the chicken before it was finished cooking. Brendan Shanahan just put a half-rack of ribs on top of a pile of dynamite. Alex Anthopoulos and George McPhee keep cackling evilly and high-fiving each other. And Charles Wang just sent Trevor Gillis to beat up your swimming pool.
Bettman: So in other words…
Campbell: Once again, you've thrown the worst party ever.
Campbell: Well, at least the beer is still cold.
Bettman: True. Here you go, old friend. Take this drink I poured for you.
Everyone in attendance: BOOOOOOO!
Bettman: Why does that happen every time I try to hand somebody a cup?