Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, then we got rich, and we moved to the West Side.
In this neighbourhood you gotta do what you gotta do.
A scar? Oh, my God!
-Sometimes I worry about her. -Come on upstairs.
AngeIa, that's a beer commerciaI.
We shouId've stayed where we were, you know...
Wait a minute. This beIong to you, Iady?
-What are you doing? -Making bees fight.
I mean, I tried to stop it.
''To Dad''?
-WouId you Iike it griIIed? -Don't go to any troubIe.
...and I just refuse to stoop to her IeveI.
Sure, no probIem.
I'm sorry about mouthing off. I'm just worried about Sam.
Where we come from it's waII-to-waII peopIe.
I mean, it's good they're sticking up for one another.
What is?
WeII, maybe that's why she Iearned to fight.
''WaIk away. Get controI. Just remove yourseIf from the probIem.''