Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, this thing of ours, the way it's going...
Not in this life.
- He better be open! - Forget the umbrella, come on!
Who knows how his life would've ended?
Mr. Soprano! Your wife found you, good.
- You know this young man? - Of course, he's...
Here we are.
We picked up the kids at school...
My God!
Irregardless, I said my piece.
But I got an idea who was behind it, and...
- Look, I need to talk to you! - No!
- Father, you got a little... - Thanks.
...because you've given me no choice.
Oh, it's fantastic.
Play it. I don't give a fuck what's on it!
My ear hurts.
You're right, it's him.
Act normal, plan things out. Make no mistakes.
I don't just hate this woman, I hate all women.
The skip seeing a psychiatrist... How does that sit with your ass?
No, really. I mean it's practically cocktail hour, anyway.
Hey, Pat Cooper ova here.
Go take a midol.
You’ve got whooping cough! Get yourself under the vaporizer!
Oh, gee, what's the matter with me?
Hey, Pat Cooper over here.
...of mothers throwing their babies out of windows.
Kiss me!
You want to stay for dinner?
In California.
Come on!
Of course not.
Is it fair to say it's not just this recent crisis?
You didn't let me put anything decent on.
The news on TV upset her, not that it's my business.
"A pattern of unstable relationships.
My mother was confused.
Oh, lucky him!
Come on, look out!
Two pricks with nine millimeters.
Whatever you got is fine.
Mrs. S!
People always say that in these movies.
- Oh, boy! - Yeah.
You never mentioned any of your associates by name.
Look at that fucking lovesick pygmy over there.
At least for the foreseeable future.
Charmaine's a strong woman.
- You are Jimmy? - Yeah, that's right, I'm Jimmy.
Aunt Settimia's dead. It's me, Meadow.
Oh
Yeah, okay. I think that I heard you already.
And this'll jeopardize your restaurant, everything.
In your worst dreams, a duck flies off with your penis!
HEY, THIS THING OF OURS... IT'S TOMORROW NIGHT (9:30 pm est)...capiche?
No! Johnny was your husband.
I have feelings for you, Carmela, I admitted it.
Oh, Jesus, I get exactly the same "who, me?" shit with Tony.
It was my idea. Everyone else thought it was a waste of money.
Deryck Podhaizer? FBI Fuck!
and he won’t use Boyz II Men this time
Palmice's wife denied any knowledge of her husband's whereabouts.