Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't stay holed up here. It's not healthy, Carmine.
You know, I didn't come here to fight. I came here to pick you up...
How'd it get to this?
- He wants to do it. - Great. When are you coming in?
Let me ask you a question, Miss La Cerva.
- Fucking cunt. - Please!
Anyway, he would oversee the construction.
I don't wanna come back.
She was an FBI agent, Christopher.
Thanks. That's for you.
- You got a pen? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go ahead.
I don't got enough on my fucking mind?
When society is collapsing but your buddy starts talking about sport fixtures, series and lego toys
Hello?
He's got a right to a lot of things right now.
Hello?
My cousin acted alone. I did not sanction this.
You'll heal up.
Well, I didn't marry a cartoon.
You deserve it.
You told the Long Branch Police he was at the club that night.
Put your ear to the street.
Maybe doing it at our house.
Anyway, Christopher don't let him deal in the club.
So where the fuck you been?
He's dead?
A little over an acre.
She's got to understand that if she won't wear a wire...
...or we turn her over to Long Branch P.D.
- Why now? - Problems with Tony.
And he'll do it his way.
He flipped the fuck out.
You know what?
Give me a sec. I'll dump the line.
Gerard, it's me.
When society is collapsing but your buddy can't stop talking about sport fixtures, series and lego.
Jesus, I don't even know how to say this.
What are you crying for?
Don't touch it.
After all I did for that blue-eyed prick.
You know, your feelings.
I want Tony Soprano on tape.
Adriana.
You know, the truth is, I got myself where I am.