Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, you're gonna get fucking cute now?
So Carm and me, getting back together, maybe.
Hello?
- It's a steroid. - Like for weight lifters?
Then last week, another flare-up.
- Hello? - Yeah, it's me.
You know my cousin almost cried when I put him in charge of the casino?
What did you do, huh?
- Doctor says I gotta relax. - From what?
A couple hours, we're getting some things together.
She's throwing away the garbage.
All due respect, Carmine, that's why you need to get out there.
The other one, the son. He dropped out.
I don't like the people here.
Some bodega in Newark's been selling cigarettes without tax stamps.
Well, maybe I need to think!
I don't know. I gotta think about it.
See if I can't make that happen for you.
That tennis match with those guys?
When I'm almost burned to death cooking you a snack?
He went through this period where he rediscovered his religion.
I love you.
I swear to you, on our children...
Fuck this piece of shit. I'm done. You hear me?
He did it. I swear, not me.
We back down now, bunker down...
It's f*cking Bobby DeMarco ?!
My smelly valentine.
First off...
Please. If I push him, he'll say no. I know how he is.
He whacked Joey Peeps, what flipped him out that time?
We've only got the one leaf for 16 people.
Yeah, right.
Knowing you were wrong isn't the half of it, Tony.
- Out raking the driveway? - Fine.
- What if Christopher...? - Nobody has to know anything.
I didn't do nothing.
Due to increased security, cars being reclaimed in less than 14 days...
How could you fucking do this to us?
Is that you?
They can't start the demolition without some special permit.
What's the other half?
You know how close he and Angelo were in the can.
There's this guy, his name's Matush.
- Well, look at her. - I'd like to start you on prednisone.
Might take a while, though. This hour of the night.
The lone-gunman theory.
The guy I'm going to hell for.
- Philly, why don't you go have a drink. - Don't tell me what to do, Jimmy.
- Who, Gerard? - Wanna put traps on all my lines.
Well, it wouldn't be a cartoon.
The surveyor's coming on Tuesday.