Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

AngeIa, I aIways wanted a convertibIe.
-No, no, no. -Yes, yes, yes.
WeII, except for where the IittIe bathing suit was.
Don't rub it in.
No, not exactIy. He's improving it.
AngeIa. Tony.
-Do you have your portfoIio? -I don't have that.
''This was the kind of woman you fantasize about.
He bought me a car.
-Good. -Good?
Look, if anybody asks, you've been asIeep an hour and a haIf...
I'm sure you were great, bubele, but this is the big time.
-He's-- -Perfect.
Give me a kiss.
PIaces. Here we go.
Wait a minute. I was a cameI in my third-grade Christmas pIay.
Oh, your mother? Without you I wouIdn't have a job.
That's a Iot of fIaky peopIe, huh?
I Iike it too.
Quiet briIIiance?
-Breakfast? -New Hampshire?
We're honest.