Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was in the back of a butcher shop
He a close friend?
It turns out he ran into a friend of yours, the big guy, Vito.
This is for you.
All this, you never once said "l told you so."
and that my mother couldn't hate a good boy like that.
But, That show with knight and the bald boy. It’s not bad.
if he were to come back.
I don't know.. Fuckin' slander if you ask me.
Well, what are you gonna do?
The guys on Vito's crew,
I don't know... Fuckin' slander if you ask me.
Yes, she's working two jobs.
It's 2006.
Nobody’s got A.I.D.’s! And I don’t wanna hear that word in here again!
You don't say hello to your uncle?
told me that, uh...
of some fucking douchebag from Yonkers.
Hello!
and then just siphoned the money out:
About the other day...
it drags you down.
That's the most expensive piece in the store.
Carmela, wait.
Pretty soon we’ll be Fucking dogs
And?
with the credit cards, Fazool and whatever his name is--
What about Jared
Now that he's accepted it, hey...
They're gun nuts but the smaller guy Ahmed,
But some people feel it's against our principles, Tony.
Iike the guy in the Village People with the leather hat
Uhh trans whatevers
I don't have anybody down for a reservation.
Huh?
WHO GIVES A SHIT?
You get a pash for that
He's a come-from-behind kind of guy.
Men kissing men, holding hands in the street.
- Like he's a terrorist, maybe. - 9-1 1, 9-1 1.
Hey, Carlo.
Fuck that! I’ll say it again!
Then you look at my father's friend,
- Oh! What? - What did you just say?
Who gives a shit?
There ain't no Vito, man. I found the phone on the side of the road.
when those Danish cartoons got published,
Coffee, couple lines of meth,
Seahawks or Patriots? Who gives a shit?
I'm not gonna burn my sources.
Part two when it's done.
Catching? Not pitching?
Porcini-dusted ravioli, huh?
costco when their membership policy sucks ass
replacing Vito.
Ton’ when Boone kept talking about going to the pen to stop the bleeding, who knew…
It’s nothin… Ferget about it
Who told you? Tony swore me to secrecy.
Z was blowing T
There's no women there.
- Phil, oh my God. - You poor kid.
and all the time he's been playing for the pink team.
but regular life's got a way of picking away at it.
I don't know, Al-Qaedas, something like that?
As soon as he saw 'em, took off like a bat out of hell.
Those were harder times, but...a' salut', right?
Pretty scary.
He's a fag!
How are you?