Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pardon my French.
My cousin's got a place. We can lock it there.
And dont call me godfather with that [redacted] cute smirk
Phil's a pimple.
...with this college business, but with Anthony it's something else.
- And I can't get in touch with him. - Take it easy. Slow down.
I'll be right back.
It's going away.
Jason!
It's my fault, Tony. My pathetic need to compete with you clouded my judgment.
I don't know.
No! No, don't answer it.
I gotta put dinner on. Tony, I have bills for you.
Anthony!
So you heard about that. I was a wreck.
I had an attack. Full-blown.
Can I go to my room? I'm full.
Isn't life unfair?
Yeah? How much you gonna want for that?
- Providing Anthony feels he can focus. - He's had trouble with that before.
We sent our daughter to an adolescent developmentalist, and it was a disaster.
- Sticker's still on it. - He doesn't have enough distractions?
I thought maybe we could meet.
"Happy Birthday," by the Beatles.
I just know that if he didn't get into a good enough school to interest him...
In my day...
Fowl with a "W."
Everybody's in? Aces high. Your action, Mr. Taylor.
I could throw some high rollers your way.
The carrot and the stick, you gotta do both.
I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but he was pretty zapped.
- Leave me alone. - I want to know what happened.
...and so that is that.
If you got some kind of sexual proclivity With that twitter or whatever you tell us right now!
I suppose that's what caught me up too, with Astrid.
- How was Mudvayne? - They rocked.
You're the boss, they're scared of you. They have to kiss your ass.
Nip it in the bud.
All right, that's enough. Go upstairs, do your Spanish homework.
I'm telling you, Carmine.
Hacky sack? With the saggy sacks...
She told me he warned her...
I talked to Med. She said you can sleep over at her apartment.
She's got the keys till your grades are up.
After what happened to those kids at his school?
- Oh, my God. - I'm a doctor. Let me in there.
Now who's a genius for staying in Tofah?
But it's a great yarn, right, Feech?
- I said the F-word. - You're finished.
Hold it, hold it!
He's an egomaniac, Ton. Always was, always will be.
- What the fuck are you talking about? - The lawn cutting.
It's part of Nissan's Triple Safety philosophy.
Were you knocking?
She wants to talk to me about something.
Jason, don't put pine cones in the filter. The hell's the matter with you?
Open up, it's me. Come on, open the fucking door.
SAT-wise, 505 and 430...
Since '86.
Mr. Wegler wants us to come to discuss A.J.'s lousy academic performance.
No, I mean... I mean really. Come on.
- Next week, perhaps? - Really?
A boring 747.
Notice he still fundamentally blames me.
God, what happened to him? He was always the sweet one.