Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I understand you and Agent Grasso had a colloquy about our shared heritage.
I brought you something.
For Alzheimer's.
- For the sake of the business. - Fuck the business.
I can feel it itching me already!
These people have no love or compassion.
You tried to make it work.
- How's the hygiene over there? - I don't know. This is here.
The question is, how long you gonna keep eating shit?
You'll be glad I got you out of bed.
Smells like Paco Rabanne crawled up your ass and died.
I know what you did.
Your tenure as boss was a short one.
You're 70 years old. How many years you got left?
Hey, what are you doing, you all right?
I learned some coping skills.
Go take a Tylenol
I'm cooking by candlelight. I can make anything...
I can't just do that, lam it!
To help me! You fucking bent psycho!
Suck it SAG
What the fuck are you doing?
She go vacation!
Mrs. S, what's the matter?
I could kill her...
You haven't spoken? We left a message on your home machine.
Gift from the Dellacrocces.
And you come here and eat his steaks, and use his entertainment center.
The pricks Junior brought to pound my ass were Russian. I was bitter.
If you're wondering where it all went wrong...
I wasn't named because the focus...
Junior Soprano...
How you doing?
Call this an intervention.
My produce man, he's the most expensive in the area.
She doesn't understand!
The real world, real people are peripheral.
Cool!
Oh.
Like the man said, "Rust never sleeps."
We'll go down to a coffee shop, there's plenty of people around!
Do me the respect of not treating me like a fucking idiot piece of shit!
...that nobody was incinerated to death.
- Call security! - Uncle Jun's in jail now.
You know, I was passing out and they couldn't find nothing.
...stretching back nearly four years.