Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Handsome.
- You spoke to your uncle lately? - Junior?
It's nice here.
All right, watch the balls!
What do you mean?
Every woman once a month
We talked about that.
You are the best.
- This guy still come around? - No.
Here
- I'm having a... - Reaction?
Junior can't know that we talked.
What am I supposed to be looking for? What's up with this cooz?
...as much as Hesh.
That 10 cents of every dollar in his kick is from you?
Took a header off the Falls.
- Something titillating? - Yeah.
No, I want to get a second opinion.
...I just thought we needed to spice things up a little bit.
To Robert
- Yeah, hi. - New arrival?
Did you fart a load?
Salute.
Oh, forget it.
The arrangement, whatever it is, can't be insulting to my uncle.
You've changed, Tony. And I resent it.
What the fuck? You eat more queens than Lancelot.
Somebody has to step in so he doesn't get fucked.
- Why? - Why?
I know this may be very hard for you to swallow.
Miss Caitlin is the new boss.. ..and she ain’t respecting old arrangements.
To Junior.
Oh. She told you that?
He moved more cards than 10 guys put together. And another thing:
Carmela can be pretty violent.
It's none of your fucking business.
Tell me. I'm lost at sea here!
...but you're gentle.
Hey, you're lucky.
Yeah, you reveal too much.
Junior had a position. That game wasn't paying anybody.
Okay.
Ours. Not yours, mine and Shapiro’s fucking sack.
I'm no good at speeches.
Well, my goodness.
Talking with you, I might as well be a fucking dildo!
What's going on?
- Almonds? - Yeah.
No problems. No hundred questions. No guilt.
What do you got, Andrea?
It was you.
Do me a favor, sit tight for now. Let me think about it for a while.
Even if he wasn't my uncle...
500 large. Plus, two points monthly on my shy.
I didn't say that.
- Bingo! - I see.
You smell like a French putain.