Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd better call my mom.
Have a cigar, you weak-chinned Cuban son of a bitch!
What? Well, then one of you is not telling the truth.
Fine, you sissy girls, I'll do the job myself.
I'm not a New Yorker. I became a Texan when I ate the worm.
Before we sue the Landry estate for child support...
But the point of this whole trip was to leave me drunk and Texan.
Good luck finding that in Manhattan.
Technical Development
Never mind.
Then all three of us will have them.
You go into Lopez's dressed like a commando, you get half off.
I may be your son, I can't change that...
No, don't shoot him! Jump in and save him!
41 years old and I didn't see it coming.
You don't have what it takes to stop me. Do it, Topsy.
I spent these last 40 years...
Who am I kidding? It would have been sir.
I always knew I had a little New York in me.