Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What? - I've been gentle. That's my job.
Motherfucker said he didn't want to live no more.
But I can make it happen, baby.
Dr. Melfi has excellent taste, she only shops at the fancy-schmancy deli.
What does that mean, "diagnostic"?
It has everything but the price tag hanging from it.
And meanwhile, this piece of shit...
I was jealous of her ability to help you.
My namesake.
How's your car?
The best.
- Who? - Next door!
I got news for you. That junkie was my biggest earner.
If he remembers who his friends are.
Johnny liked him.
Hold on to your cock when you subscribe to these desert people
How you doing?
- We had an agreement, no gifts. - I didn't want you to get robbed.
You want to crack his coglioni for putting you in here.
My son.
Motherfucker said he didn't want to live no more.
- I was just gonna make some coffee. - Yeah?
But this psychiatrist...
I'll take them downstairs later for my coffee.
I don't know that world.
French Putain
He didn't want it, but in the end he made some pretty wise decisions.
Irish sold Capri's grandson that shit.
You practically welcomed it.
Carm, what do you want me to say?
Anthony.
She didn't know you were a girl.
- I should've... - Wait, let me finish, Tony.
Come here.