Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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