Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It ain't right.
Five-thirty in the morning.
I was on this horse.
Yeah, you're probably right.
Jason, Justin, get up here.
So you come across any burn victims at that hospital in the can?
Whoever you are, I'd like you to stop this.
Is that how you're gonna dress?
Anyway, is Artie all right?
So, what's she in for? You know, the future, I mean.
Don't get me steamed, Alice.
- Oh, my God! - I got you. All right. Okay.
You know, you ought to show some respect.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Then the phone rings...
I remember when you hit me, it was like, pow, to the moon.
He must be in heaven. He said "the other side."
Jesus, relax. Johnny wants to see you.
And now how the fuck is it gonna look?
Diddy
TO THE MOON, MUF!
- Enjoy your stay. - Thanks.
T.B. went ape over Angelo.
Well, I'm in therapy now.
Somebody forgot.
I suppose you blame your father when you're crying to that shrink of yours.
One of these days, Alice. One of these days.
Apparently it's gotta be now. You know, he's in one of his moods.
- Stop it. - I'm serious.
- Tell who? - The man upstairs.
This is today's paper, Mirsa.
And this is some more for the Joey Peeps thing.
You want me to suck your dick now, baby?
I see you on TV.
- Well, look at you. - How you doing, Coach Molinaro?
This guy was my old man, my rabbi and my priest rolled into one.
- For you. - Thank you, sir.
Can you pull yourself away for once?
All the prerequisites to lead young men onto the field of sport.
Hmmm
No, more my mother.
Sometimes what happens here is like taking a shit.
...and there was this voice.
- He's doing great. - Bucco?
Well, we did good at the casino last night.
- Madonna, I hoped he was with you. - You heard from him?