Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm calling. I don't give a shit.
I'll get him to kick your ass then I'll fuck him.
I came with flowers 'cause I knew I been fucking up all this time.
Did you call an ambulance?
- Wanna go to the beach tomorrow? - Let's go to Jones.
He usually leaves people alone.
He's got him brainwashed, I'm telling you.
- He's fucking nuts. - You like that, you fuck!
We do not know which car he's in.
Talking to you about Vinny?
He yells, but Reggie doesn't look.
Let me sleep in peace.
It didn't happen like that? I never seen nothing like it.
July 29th, 1977.
- Come on! - Have a shot.
Somebody's got to make money.
Con Ed officials said the lights went out at 9:34 p. m.
What do you think makes them sickos, you idiot?
- You swear to God? - I swear to God.
Thank you.
Read it.
And black and Puerto Rican people are going crazy.
I fight for my meals
Johnny boy, you ain't going nowhere tonight.
One minute. I got something for both of you.
- Ritchie. - Ruby, how you been?
New York fucking Yankees.
Stop, please. You don't got to do that. Don't do it.
Now you listen to me, okay? All right?
- What does that mean? - I brought all these customers.
Is this it?
That's real funny. You're fucking funny.
Sure came through that time.
What the hell happened to you? Look at this freak.
Sometimes I think that, you know, he's cheating on me.
- What's the matter? Can't take a joke? - No, I can't!
What color panties you have on? Let me see.
He's very elusive.
Kill.
All news, all the time. This is WINS.
How you gonna live with that?
- Sorrentino, here you go. - Try and catch this one.
- Ritchie. - What?
Vincent, what's...
They've had their problems, but they get over it.
All right. Everybody out.
The Son of Sam killer,
Dance with the boogie Get down
Yes, master. I will kill.
I've got to make sure you don't get away
Where? At the house?
You gonna invite us to sit, or what?
What took you so long?
- Tell her to come home. - Tomorrow's another day.
Homicides are the lowest it's been since 1961.
What the fuck...
- What things? - Don't be stupid.
As I overheard one man say, It's like Christmas in July.
- All right, baby. - Okay. I love you.
Dad's in trouble in the kitchen. I gotta get stuff out. I'm sorry.
Don't worry about any omen.
I thank God, I thank God, I thank God
- Ma'am. - Yes.
If I can make it there
I don't wanna go inside. I don't want her to hear me.
Ain't no doubt We are here to party
Wait. Tell him you're sorry. Tell him you're fucking sorry!
And I am going to give you your darker perspective.
that Son of Sam shot and killed Donna Lauria
our unofficial source said it was written by a homicidal maniac,
If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have this great place.
Led by Reggie Jackson's three consecutive home runs
Where's my sandwich?
Daddy's here.
that I went to sleep.
Right in front of your house. Like dogs in heat.
You're a corny fuck. You know that?
My customers are getting nervous from looking at him.
You're a fucking pervert. You're a pervert.
You fucking asshole! I hate you!
What happened?
John Jeffries here...
You come back to the neighborhood looking like a fucking freak,
Anywhere. I don't care.
Leave him alone. It ain't him.
We're leaving tonight. Maybe you should, too.
as they sat in a car near the Elephas disco in Queens.
I am on a different wavelength than everybody else.
Holy shit! Look. They got a map of the killings.
Tell him to bring the feast lights and the generator,
Fuck you, guido.
- Guys, I got lobsters. Live lobsters. - What have you got?
Not as scared as I was.
You're a dog of society. On a leash to a certain way of thinking.
What the hell's wrong with you?
Baby.
Blue. Okay, blue.
It's a beautiful palace.
He's guilty! Put him through the penal system.
Teenage wasteland
- Sure. - That's for food.
Is that Vin?
Commitment, responsibility, marriage, kids.
Fuck you.
Chickie, give me a fork.
You fuck. This is Ritchie.
I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown. I gotta get out.
Who's blind? They think for themselves.
What? You all right?
Let me see how special she is.
What? She's my date.
I would, my friend Fernando
Three hundred and sixty bucks. Out the door.
Clap your hands Clap your hands
- Thank you. - Thank you, honeybunch.
Several times...
Good night, baby.
This film is about a different time and place.
Dance with the boogie Get down
I'll take her home. I got my Corvette outside.
They're gonna catch this bastard soon.
I'm not gonna wear this. We're driving straight home.
- On a stack of bibles. - No bullshit.
You can dance
Today is December 11th, 1959.
What the fuck are you talking about?
No! Shut that dog up!
I will kill!
Go in the bathroom
You wicked, evil man. Child of the devil.
Drinks like a bastard. I want him on the list.
You don't get used to that hair.
- Father Cadilli. - The priest?
New York, New York
hi joo
Ed, do we see him?
I'm back.
You know he's got a big black dick, too.
CBGB. You never heard of it? It's on the Bowery in the city.