Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now I practically gotta get down on my knees to Johnny Sack.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Queeftopher, that's not funny!
- Open the door for Mr. Muckle. - What?
His kids wouldn't even give a shit.
Or in the alternative, you can cooperate.
That's why I didn't want you hitchin' yaw wagon to my stah
Oh, my God!
My Uncle Tony.
That's the guy, Adriana.
I could say nothing. Be a heartless prick.
Like Popeye says. "I am what I am."
They wanted me to wear a wire, but I wouldn't do it.
- What should I do, Ton? - I'll tell you what not to do:
You are looking down the barrel at 25 years.
You want some eggs?
I gotta take this.
- All right, Chrissy. - All right, nobody's making threats.
Anthony Go Fuck Yourself
- That thing with Furio? - I did not sleep with him, Tony.
- You'll meet somebody else. - Fuck you!
I wanna talk to my lawyer.
Except my mother kept hounding him, asking if we were getting back together.
It's undignified.
- Split everything down the middle. - What?
Oh, this is beautiful. Tony.
- Oh, shit! - Hurry up.
I knew he'd cave. He's a fucking pussy, that kid.
The king of New York.
He's at Roy's. It's a business. Kinderhook, New York.
There were bills and stuff, and our account numbers were on it.
My activities while I lived here.
...that you start telling us what you know.
Matush said he sold him coke once, but the guy said Matush ripped him off...
Phil's gonna do it.
No. No.
This is long-term parking only.
Matush and some other guy.
I've had a great deal of success with it treating this type of condition.
Living like this is what's costing you your insides.
Jimmy Petrille, Brooklyn.
Did he say anything to you?
- There's something I need to tell... - It's fucking Bobby DeMarco?
- What, he got hurt? - Nothing like that.
No, let's give it some exercise.
Here, give me your glass.
Every month, he sends all his money home to his family.
Well, if I were you, I'd cut out the open bar.
Hello?
The bedroom.
- Your boyfriend, too. - No, I'm not doing it.
I can't do that, Tony.
I'm sorry.
Due to increased security, cars being reclaimed in less than 14 days...
I'm sorry.
That's why I didn't want you hitching your wagon to my star.
Where the fuck you been? You're late.