Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guy's back on the street two minutes, gets a fucking promotion.

You know, you talk about these guys like it's an anthropology class.

So say it. Let me hear you say, "ooga booga."

What the fuck? Why go into it?

- Hello? - Mrs. Soprano.

Johnny's taking care of the internment, that shit there.

- You paid the check? - I figured since you're always so...

And your maid was crying about her cousin?

It's sad when they go young like that.

- Come on. - Get some...

But you didn't ask me to come.

I'm not sure that's the best...

Anyway, he's a very smart guy. He's got an IQ of 158.

Let’s get this straight: You win, I pay

It was supposed to be fun, remember? Summer before the big grad school push.

Oh, yeah, those two guys.

Don't pull that "aw, shucks" shit with me. You're fucking going.

And then he wasn't sure.

- But I have to blow off the law center. - Is that what you wanna do?

My arch nemesis.

- What did you do to your foot? - The other night. Fucking Irvington.

Chris Hansen My old arch-nemesis

He don't know. It's an opinion.

I walked into my house, and the cleaning girl was...

I probably should've mentioned...

Listen, I didn't mean to bite your head off in there.

- Can we get the check, please? - The young man took care of it.

your momma let her rip sometime

All right, look, I know you're not earning what you expected...

- When? What are you talking about? - This morning, I showed up early...

I keep telling you, you shouldn't work so hard.

- Is that what you want? - No.

Use your own phone, I’m busy

You'll be picking up your teeth in another second.

I knew that was coming

- Finn, what time's that game tonight? - Eight o'clock, I think.

Are you sure? Ca...

- It's still early. - That's true.

You go out there, you shake his hand, and you put this fucking shit to bed.

...but you haven't been yourself since the old man died.

He's okay. A little intense sometimes.

- Isn't that what you always told me? - You have options.

Some homeless fuck saw a guy limping away.

Hogan? It’s a fucking nick name his family name is Bollea

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to cut you short

Excuse me a minute.

I knew that was coming

She was wearing that perfume that she wears.

Mrs. Soprano, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to cut you short.

Glad to see you're not exerting yourself in the heat.

The fundamental question is:

Someone your husband hasn't contaminated.

...my cousin entered into that too.

I think Chip's dyslexic... What's that got to do with it?

- Oh, it sure is today, isn't it? - It certainly is, Roger.

Good, good. That's it. That's it.

...and probably med school for me?" Well, it's a good question.

I hope Illinois wins! - Take it easy -

I mean, that's wonderful, honey. I'm just so surprised.

I picked him out of the chorus.

- No, I'm gonna go to film school. - Me too.

Why, what happened?

I could come out west with you.

I’m gonna hear so much bullshit

He's using his graduation present to buy me a ring.