Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...when my old man and Junior had it?
- Too soon to chase an inside straight. - Doc?
If I shoot, it's going in your braciola.
- What? - Kid...
This is you talking.
His name was Ercole. Actually, Ercole.
- Rich, can I get another dime? - We only got three players.
Ohh! Johnny Sack! Must've had free tokens at the tunnel!
Don't threaten you? I got a hard-on for you already.
...and all the rest of the shit I've been buying since you were born!
Some are so far behind in a race they believe they're leading.
Your friends...
I should work for nothing?
Take that high moral ground and go sleep in the bus station if you want!
Ho, ho, ho!
Davey, this isn't a game for you.
I want to fucking grab him and pummel him right there for no reason.
You know I'm under fucking house arrest, you cute fuck.
Leave the cheese there! I love fucking cheese at my feet.
Danny-boy!
- Hey, doc... - Please, I've heard all the jokes.
Well, at least Tom, Sr. isn't the Happy Wanderer anymore.
That's the tax you get for raising your hands at my game.
Look at this fucking line up Ahhh
Oh, yeah. That's why he left us with cici beans.
- Hi, Rich. - Hi, Rich?
I should stab you in the fucking eye.
Leave nothing to chance.
Who ? Who the fuck is that ?
Three deuces.
Mike.
Sit down. Sit down.
...through the grapevine you took your uncle's game.
...I'll send somebody to you every Saturday for five percent interest.
Who listens to prizefighters?
I'm sorry about blowing up in your game.
...we commit his body to the earth to return to that from which it was made.
She's like a woman with a ham, crying the blues because she has no bread.
Change coming to you.
Davey...