Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Meadow was one thing, but this is my son.
Can I steer?
No, no, what constitutes a fidget?
You're not depressed.
Dad was no choirboy, but maybe with a little bit of support...
I thought about Jefferson Airplane this morning. How about that?
We don't even know that's what he's got.
Soprano isn't good enough for her. Wannabe dot-head.
What do you know? You're scared of your own shadow.
Who the fuck can sleep with all this shit going on?
Here we are.
...and their father was a successful businessman.
These girls pull down 1500 a week.
Anthony.
...albacore around my neck
Dad wanted to go with him.
- Do you think he knows? - I don't know.
I think he's right.
Have you been listening to me? Kids don't confront in my family.
He didn't do anything! They just pick on Italians.
...when they step out of line?
Who's got an anniversary or a special occasion?
Pay attention to what those teachers tell you.
Look, like I said, maybe I don't want to admit there's something wrong...
- I know. - What do you know?
He who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it.
You got that right.
Is this the terrible thing?
six, seven, eight... four, five, six...
...so that their business looked sweet and innocent.
No.
This union safety official stays until he deems this place is free of hazard.
I don't know.
Hus Dr you vf
- Dad, what's that noise? - Noise?
...that something was going to happen in your family.
You want nuts?
But you loved him, right?
He was a good guy, my father. Everybody liked him.
What do you got?
- Some fucking day, huh? - I feel like a bomb went off.
He's an acquaintance of mine.
She was high-strung, very dramatic.
He finally offers an opinion
So...
I ain't doing nothing!
Mr. Sensitive now.
You see, what a good boy, he comes to visit his mother.
Did you talk about anything interesting?
Listen to this.
Stop!
Mom, where's my gray jacket?
He's been ragging in my ear all day. I'd like to kill him. Hear that, prick?
I've had to rough Rocco up because of money, but he's got a fucking brain.
No kidding, Tony. That doesn't sound like Anthony.
I asked you to clean the nails from the driveway.
Mr. Soprano, it's one of nine possible symptoms.
Get the fuck in there, Clarabell.