Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, my goodness.
Junior had a position. That game wasn't paying anybody.
What do you mean?
All right, watch the balls!
Oh, forget it.
Yeah, you reveal too much.
We talked about that.
...as much as Hesh.
You are the best.
That 10 cents of every dollar in his kick is from you?
What am I supposed to be looking for? What's up with this cooz?
It was you.
Hey, you're lucky.
I know this may be very hard for you to swallow.
He moved more cards than 10 guys put together. And another thing:
What's going on?
What the fuck? You eat more queens than Lancelot.
Handsome.
It's nice here.
I didn't say that.
Took a header off the Falls.
Carmela can be pretty violent.
500 large. Plus, two points monthly on my shy.
Somebody has to step in so he doesn't get fucked.
Talking with you, I might as well be a fucking dildo!
Junior can't know that we talked.
No, I want to get a second opinion.
- Something titillating? - Yeah.
Salute.
...but you're gentle.
What do you got, Andrea?
Did you fart a load?
- Why? - Why?
Tell me. I'm lost at sea here!
Do me a favor, sit tight for now. Let me think about it for a while.
- I'm having a... - Reaction?
- This guy still come around? - No.
- Almonds? - Yeah.
- You spoke to your uncle lately? - Junior?
I'm no good at speeches.
You smell like a French putain.
The arrangement, whatever it is, can't be insulting to my uncle.
Every woman once a month
Ours. Not yours, mine and Shapiro’s fucking sack.
...I just thought we needed to spice things up a little bit.
Oh. She told you that?
To Robert
Miss Caitlin is the new boss.. ..and she ain’t respecting old arrangements.
Okay.
- Bingo! - I see.
Even if he wasn't my uncle...
To Junior.
- Yeah, hi. - New arrival?
No problems. No hundred questions. No guilt.
Here
You've changed, Tony. And I resent it.
It's none of your fucking business.