Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell them about when Tony and Jackie Aprile knocked over your card game.

...but we should all be grateful he wasn't wearing white bucks.

Carmela, this car is a tank.

Mommy, look at me!

...but when did that happen, you gotta ask permission to ply your trade?

- How's that? - How's that? I look better than Sinatra.

Father's Asa Silverman. Head of commercial paper at Goldman Sachs.

It's a fucking mansion. Servants, broads.

What, did I interrupt one of your impermeable stories?

- Which means that they both lied. - She's covering for him.

My husband doesn't want that for him either.

Only thing better about here than Russia is the food.

Have lunch, a cup of coffee. I could share them with you.

He's a busybody, that's all.

Thank you, Mary.

...and all in all, he seemed to be handling the split well.

You don't know what it is to have him hate you.

Can I go to the mudvayne concert or not?

Stop! Stop, Uncle Tony, it's freezing cold!

"Happy Birthday," by the Beatles.

Just tell Mom I'm on my way up.

- So how's lady luck treating you, huh? - Jesus-fucking-Christ.

We'll get him a different SAT tutor, I'll stay on him and he'll work harder.

But it is still no excuse to use the vile word that I used...

And I'm gonna have to agree with my husband, here, Mr. Wegler.

Pope says, "He gets a mansion and I get a hovel?"

Hi, Lorraine. I'm Billy.

- Aces over. - Three threes, my man.

You never went to Meadow's after you gave me your word.

...I got my shoe in her snatch... It falls off and she keels over.

Let me kiss the ring. - How about the one in the center of my ass?

- What? - Somebody hit us.

They're sitting at the bar. We send them over a bottle of Dom.

...I said, "Fuck it." And you know why?

Everything disappears around here.

They were on their way to school this morning, and they hit a tree.

- Upper East Side. - I didn't get my invitation.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

- He's hitting me! - Hey! What did I say?

It's my mother.

I know my son, he's lazy.

...this little pothead from Texas, she fucked me dry.

- Hello? - Mrs. Soprano? Robert Wegler.

Get Over Myself?