Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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