Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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