Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've had a great deal of success with it treating this type of condition.
The king of New York.
He's at Roy's. It's a business. Kinderhook, New York.
- What should I do, Ton? - I'll tell you what not to do:
The bedroom.
My Uncle Tony.
Now I practically gotta get down on my knees to Johnny Sack.
No, let's give it some exercise.
Queeftopher, that's not funny!
I gotta take this.
Due to increased security, cars being reclaimed in less than 14 days...
Living like this is what's costing you your insides.
- There's something I need to tell... - It's fucking Bobby DeMarco?
I can't do that, Tony.
...that you start telling us what you know.
No. No.
Oh, my God!
Except my mother kept hounding him, asking if we were getting back together.
That's the guy, Adriana.
It's undignified.
Matush said he sold him coke once, but the guy said Matush ripped him off...
Where the fuck you been? You're late.
Jimmy Petrille, Brooklyn.
Well, if I were you, I'd cut out the open bar.
My activities while I lived here.
Did he say anything to you?
This is long-term parking only.
- You'll meet somebody else. - Fuck you!
- That thing with Furio? - I did not sleep with him, Tony.
I could say nothing. Be a heartless prick.
I'm sorry.
Anthony Go Fuck Yourself
There were bills and stuff, and our account numbers were on it.
- All right, Chrissy. - All right, nobody's making threats.
I'm sorry.
Like Popeye says. "I am what I am."
- Open the door for Mr. Muckle. - What?
Matush and some other guy.
I wanna talk to my lawyer.
- Oh, shit! - Hurry up.
- Split everything down the middle. - What?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You are looking down the barrel at 25 years.
You want some eggs?
That's why I didn't want you hitchin' yaw wagon to my stah
They wanted me to wear a wire, but I wouldn't do it.
Or in the alternative, you can cooperate.
Here, give me your glass.
Phil's gonna do it.
Hello?
Oh, this is beautiful. Tony.
- What, he got hurt? - Nothing like that.
Every month, he sends all his money home to his family.
- Your boyfriend, too. - No, I'm not doing it.
I knew he'd cave. He's a fucking pussy, that kid.
That's why I didn't want you hitching your wagon to my star.
His kids wouldn't even give a shit.