Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everything disappears around here.

Can I go to the mudvayne concert or not?

Carmela, this car is a tank.

You don't know what it is to have him hate you.

- He's hitting me! - Hey! What did I say?

Thank you, Mary.

...and all in all, he seemed to be handling the split well.

"Happy Birthday," by the Beatles.

You never went to Meadow's after you gave me your word.

...but when did that happen, you gotta ask permission to ply your trade?

- What? - Somebody hit us.

He's a busybody, that's all.

...this little pothead from Texas, she fucked me dry.

I know my son, he's lazy.

Pope says, "He gets a mansion and I get a hovel?"

And I'm gonna have to agree with my husband, here, Mr. Wegler.

It's my mother.

Just tell Mom I'm on my way up.

My husband doesn't want that for him either.

- Aces over. - Three threes, my man.

We'll get him a different SAT tutor, I'll stay on him and he'll work harder.

Mommy, look at me!

They were on their way to school this morning, and they hit a tree.

- Which means that they both lied. - She's covering for him.

...but we should all be grateful he wasn't wearing white bucks.

...I got my shoe in her snatch... It falls off and she keels over.

- How's that? - How's that? I look better than Sinatra.

What, did I interrupt one of your impermeable stories?

- Hello? - Mrs. Soprano? Robert Wegler.

- So how's lady luck treating you, huh? - Jesus-fucking-Christ.

Let me kiss the ring. - How about the one in the center of my ass?

But it is still no excuse to use the vile word that I used...

- Upper East Side. - I didn't get my invitation.

Tell them about when Tony and Jackie Aprile knocked over your card game.

They're sitting at the bar. We send them over a bottle of Dom.

Hi, Lorraine. I'm Billy.

Stop! Stop, Uncle Tony, it's freezing cold!

...I said, "Fuck it." And you know why?

Get Over Myself?

Have lunch, a cup of coffee. I could share them with you.

Father's Asa Silverman. Head of commercial paper at Goldman Sachs.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

Only thing better about here than Russia is the food.

It's a fucking mansion. Servants, broads.