Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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