Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Caught him good with a tire iron.
You want my advice? You'll call Lou Dimaggio.
It's just been sticking in my craw.
We're leaving in five minutes.
Ginsberg? He's a CPA, he's not an investment advisor.
You know that kid you pissed on? Donny K.?
when you trivialize things that are important to me...
That's very noble.
He wants to fuck her?
- He know you broke up with his sister? - No, no.
This fucking corey is more creative than spielberg.
Actually, I try not to.
Whatever he is, he's also Carmine's underboss...
Jason barely speaks to him anymore.
MY POO POO MAKE MY DUM DUM GLUM
Check out the law center. There's some really cool people there.
Nothing.
- Welcome to the Del Ray Hotel. - Thank you.
- Ralph insulted John's wife? - That's correct.
- Come on, let me get you out of here. - No, please.
Did I ever ask you to go on a diet? Did I ask you to be thin for me?
No more face remarks. They're hurtful, and they're destructive.
- My word's not good enough? - Not if you want him clipped over it.
You really think he's that cagey?
Send someone over there tomorrow to take care of it then.
Senior year.
Look at this.
You ought to know.
Hello?
The man who sells me the house, he says nothing.
Is nothing sacred?
Then somebody should do something about it.
What, those sick old fucks in Rhode Island?
A garage, I don't need it.
I'll deal with the fallout.
I was! I am! It's hard, John! I'm trying!
I should've let Tony chop your head off a year ago.
Is it all just about money?
We will be there.
One time, back in Naples...
I thought he worked for Ralph.
You're thinking of making that an apartment for your parents?
And Ralph works for me. So, I ask you again, what the fuck?
Junior, can we do this already?
and look how he's acting.
Sometimes I wonder...
Everyone except these guys.
I was getting the laundry together.
Next year, I'll grow grapes for the Falanghina.