Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I do know he's a leader.

John's in the cancer ward.

So what did you think of the movie?

96…he was a fuckin kid

This fucking leadership, boy.

There you are. We went--

Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you about the smoking.

Carmine: who as fate would have it,

Ride the painted pony. Let the spinning wheel fly.

You can't kill me twice, Sally boy.

- Holy fucking shit. - Yeah.

It ain't fine. We got a problem.

Am one of those individuals.

Well, word on the street is Gerry's the favorite to take over.

Oh, you're seeing Rosen.

I Won't lie to you.

- Blow it out for him. - ( Blowing )

- ( Doorbell ringing ) - ( knocking on door )

very observant j.p. the sacred and the propane

88.. He was a fuckin’ kid

He was a fucking kid

- Jerry, how are you? - Manny.

Thanks. Honestly, though, it was for the best.

I asked if you wanted popcorn.

31 He was just a kid

- What can I get you? - Seared ahi, mixed greens

85... she's a fuckin' kid.

You rest now. I'll see you in the morning.

Sometimes they see people who've passed.

79, he was a fuckin kid

96… she was a fuckin’ kid

Thank you, Geraldo. Excellent.

- The wife murderer? - He's still a doctor, Anthony.

He's my protege. I don't stand in his way.

- You want me to make you a plate? - Yeah.

But don't ever get fucking snippy on me again.

What, are you fucking stupid he probably thinks I put it in there to embarrass him.

- The night your-- - ( sound drops out )

It is challenging sometimes,

Broken windshield wiper. I said he should talk to you.

49…. Just a fucking kid

( Eerie music playing )

They're nice and clean like you like them.

He was hit last week in Brooklyn.

Lobectomy, radiation,

Nicole brings me a scotch and water.

You're right. He still has the knowledge.

Let me spare us the awkwardness.

Carmela, I didn't even write it.

- Marissa. - That's for modern. In ballet, you wear tutus.

- Without chemicals, either. - ( Cups clink )

Originally, I thought a ball-peen hammer, but a cleaver's better.

That is to say many individuals

Frankie: no, it's just, I mean, he's practically like your own son.

You tell that fucking polack to get here earlier

- Larry! - Rawley: excuse us, excuse us.

- And he designed a tank for the army. - Boy: wow.

His heart, Gerry. What was he gonna do?