Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at this fucking headline
- Anyone want to close the lights? - Is that a game?
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- I gotta weigh... - You gotta what? Rob me?
Well, we have our work cut out for us.
His wife's close to the brother-in-law of the provost at Georgetown.
See if they want to close the lights.
Please, no talking, no pictures or videotaping.
He can be a sick fuck when he's on Facebook
Summer 2020 I’m sorry, I’m just having some bad luck
This may be a shock, but they're not here to see Sopranos kill each other.
I should have quit then, though.
Three eights full. Santa Maria, yes!
I'll raise 12.
Nine of spades, thank you.
- There's mud all over the tires. - Dave, what's wrong?
I know I broke your coffee table and...
Thank you, Mr. Sinatra, Jr., sir.
A little?
Go play cops and robbers.
I can't. Charmaine'll have my balls on the menu tomorrow.
Rich, that envelope's two C's shy. I'll catch up on it next week.
How much is he into us for? - About 45 boxes of ramen.
Why?…why now?
- The who? - Oh, great.
You know what, Meadow? Fuck you, fuck your gangster father...
Don't bitch to me.
That was a major fucking nut.
T.
FORGET IT. KEEP THINKING YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.
Last card, automatic 12 hundred bump.
- Let's see them, boys. - Trips.
Pay for the fish.
Ohh! Johnny Sack! They must've had free tokens at the tunnel!
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The chick gets a dyke haircut and the guy starts talking about his divorce and it’s just the beginning for the bands in decline
- How much money are we talking? - Just enough...
License and registration.
That's very sad.
Don't b**ch to me.
You opened this clam my friend
...the kind of man I admire is Gary Cooper, the strong, silent type.
Shut the fuck up and deal.
- You got some fucking balls. - What did I do?
- You people are ruining this place. - That's your father's fault.
Remember the first time I came here I said...
You didn't knock up that TaeBo broad, did you?
That's all? I'll make that back from Vito in an hour.
- How you doing, Eric? - Good, Mr. Soprano.
- You understand what I'm saying? - Yeah, of course.
I got my own f--king problems.
- No, I didn't. - Pull that with old ladies, not me.
Do you fucking mind? Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?
Works his whole life, takes care of his family.
Eric's only light in the arts.
- I knew it was a car. - It's a sports utility vehicle.
Delicious, Artie. Glad I didn't eat tonight.
- Very good, very good. - All right.
What's that got to do with you disrespecting my game?
I got my own problems.
Sharp as a fucking cue ball
I'm gonna call, because you ain't got dick.
Sharp as a fucking cue ball.
Charmaine knows with your sfogliatelle her daughter can go anywhere.
Then shut up and let me finish. Anyway, Fritzi says "salute."
- What's the bet? - Eight hundred.