Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That money bought my house at the Jersey Shore.
Richie had third-degree burns from trying...
They've been told. Twice. Now I'll tell them.
A hit is a hit and this is my friend, is not a hit
Vishy baby, get that big dick in the jacuzzi now
Hey, hey, fuck that!
I was thinking about... Okay, okay, I know this sounds kind of funny.
"Hey, Jimmy, how the fuck are you?"
To be used, you know...
...the grievances in the music business are far worse.
- It'll be our first single. - No, second.
It's a hell of a piece of meat.
- It's this way? - Yes.
Spike up!
No, I never get down there. Well, Disneyworld.
All your songs, you got no choruses.
...and I wanted it as a souvenir...
When you and Little Jimmy were writing all his hits...
Dress you up. I like that.
You didn't hear any strange noises last night in your neighborhood?
This is some loud shit!
Want to be more specific?
Where is the fucking binder?
Then when I found out, you know...
Beautiful!
...is the bass and the drum tracks were miked wrong from the beginning!
Oh, God.
Don't press it.
We'll use a ukulele.
Give me a couple of burger baskets.
I'm fucking with Cusamano.
[BAD DIPLOMAT song plays] “Now THAT’s a hit!”
Without the right help from you...
- It's got that other connotation... - No, no, not anymore.
Okay. Thank you. Bye-bye.
Because he wanted to hang out with us, he'd belt it right out.
Wouldn't it be cool to own a restaurant like Le Cirque?
With how much you listen to the radio, you'd be good.
I like Murano glass.
- Get back to work. - Christopher!
Thank you, but I spent the off-season in Denmark
He hangs around with Tony Soprano and it's "fucking this, fucking that."
They got it going on.
I'm producing these sessions.
Sorry, Tony. You probably knew the guy, huh?
I'm humming the scenery, Chrissy!
They play it all the time on oldies radio.
Richie's this musician who you know. They're not a hair band anymore.
- Why? - Christ!
God forbid, what if something should happen?
- I don't know. - What?
This is all a message to your friends: Stay away from Port Newark.
Chris, would you chill?
...and then pops his eye out. I thought I was gonna die!
One could write a song about a horse.
- Okay. - Come on, come on!
Meow.
Donnie Brasco.
Whatever happened to Jimmy?
Thank you, but I spent the off-season in Denmark
But I never really understood what he felt.
...Gotti outbid me.
They fell off a truck.