Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Car 285 to India Street. Thanks, 285.

Little brother, I only said...

- Who am I gonna tell, man? Look- -

Then the daughter runs off to her room, crying.

Those soft, wool panties reminded me of the sheep,

Hey. You should count that shit. You should always count that shit.

I work from 8:00 p.m. to 8:00 a.m., so don't fuck with me in my own taxi.

I really wouldn't want to fuck things up right now, you know.

Father, I want to tell you that I'm deeply honored

Are you saying that you -

- Right. - Right.

I don't always want to be a cabdriver.

So I made a big decision.

I don't want to press you. I really don't. Um -

and his severance pay after him.

Is somebody gonna tell me what the fuck is goin' on around here?

I know what you meant, you fuckin' slimy fungus!

Well, I'm real particular, you know.

but the nerves of a paratrooper.

But people have different colors of skin!

What a fucked-up day.

It's New York. It's cool.

I mean, yeah. It's a cool job.

My gorgeous sister-in-law!

Hey, what's -What you doin', man? Hey, what - Hey!

# But now summer is gone #

What are we doing in this tunnel?

# On the tide #

I'm sorry I sound calm. I assure you I'm hysterical.

Wait, I'll have a closer look.

Okay, that'll be, um, 33 bucks, please.

So the idea, not mine, but a real intelligent friend of mine's,

All the lights.

# There's a rose #

So, my brother Vincenzo lives here in Rome too.

Huh. What, you -you escape from there?

Ja, Ja!!! "D" Is To Drive!!!

If you fuckin' stop talkin' to me, then you won't have to hear my fuckin' mouth.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

But don't tell. Don't tell.

oh, dear friends, to you I convey,

I have no family.

that's what I fuckin' mean.

Here you go. Keep the change.

Ain't nobody on the street. Where you goin'? Where you steppin' to?

Uh, come in, sir.

Who the fuck are you?

Okay then. I will, um -

Three taxis? You little slut! We're through.

And what's up with the fuckin' hats?

Keep the change.

My son, may I ask you a favor?

Soft wool, two big eyes watching me.

Whatever happened to you that was worse than that?

So why don't you shut the fuck up, and then I won't have to be talkin' all the time, you stupid idiot.

In fact, I don't eat much at all anymore.

Relax, okay? See you in a few.

No, man. Everything's great.

You have no idea how he feels.