Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

nine, ten. seven, eight, nine...
What did he do for a living?
Junior! Big fancy car.
I'll tell them I stole something, not what.
A psychiatrist?
The one who lives in California?
Okies and misfits, that's who goes there.
You pick up the pieces and you go on from there.
- What a loser. - That's enough out of you.
...but this sounds like bullshit.
Oh, I gotta spell it out for you?
Psychological, behavioral, medical.
What should I say? I was glad he wasn't a fag.
What do I know about it?
Hustle, hustle, hustle!
What constitutes a fidget?
Go on.
Not too busy to shoot the shit with you, Tony.
I'll get right on that
...how terrible my father was and the terrible things he did...
Yeah.
No
Um, hi.
We gotta catch a ball game.
Hey! Livia!
Oh, I gave my life to my children on a silver platter.
Genetic predispositions are only that. Predispositions.
He was always practicing his curve ball outside in front of the house.
To see your father handcuffed and led away by the police?
Mr. Meskimmin, I gotta go to the bathroom.
Intimate feelings?
- Didn't Dad want to go with him? - Your father? No.
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
Do you see his behavior as a reflection of your own?
...was the same one congratulating him?
*You’re
You blame me, don't you?
Asshole, you're hurting my wrist.
I took the bus this time.
Va fangool, why don't you go lock up the melanzane?
You wouldn't let him.
Why do you say that?
That is wrong, and I don't condone it!
He could be anything he wants.
It's not the end of the world, Anth.
- Is there a problem? - You made your point.
1967.
How are you doing with it?
- For what? - For what.
You're gonna do some work around here.
Who are you fucking with, Rocco?