Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Buckle your seat belt, Ma.

Tony wouldn't have never known him if it wasn't for me.

What, a psychiatrist?

- What else? - How about your phone numbers?

They will undoubtedly be focused on the as yet unsolved...

Yea I seen it before, its called cowboy-itis

Forgot your lunch, just ask.

- I know, but what if? - But you weren't.

The anti-Christs that got the electric chair?

"Mob stories are always hot." I can make my mark.

Picture yourself at Ellis Island. How does that sound?

Louis "Lepke" Buchalter.

You ever feel like nothing good was ever gonna happen in the window?

Books say a movie's supposed to be about 120 pages.

The indictments are sealed, but with the recent death...

We're out of mayo.

...and get rid of evidence?

You ever feel like nothing good was ever gonna happen to you

I know you're there. Pick it up.

Follow that up, Jase. Dad does what?

- What did you say to Tony about this? - Me?

God only knows what he says.

And yet, that tiny, insignificant fraction...

I may never go.

I don't want to hear that you took one of your Colleens on a cruise.

Remember how Jackie got?

I just like history, like you, Dad.

Get some Sfogliatella and cannoli and shit for the guys

I take it you were frightened.

Does this have anything to do with what's been on the news lately?

But it's obvious you don't give a shit about my situation.

I don't like that word, Jason.

Because he has a vowel at the end of his name: Suplizio

My mother's uncle was Lepke's wheelman.

That's it. I don't want to just survive.

And how do we feel about that?

- I'm not cleaning that up. - Grasso, clean that.

I'm starting with the dialogue.

You know what I think?

The meter maid? What about him?

Who invented the Mafia?