Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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