Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pay for the fish.
Last card, automatic 12 hundred bump.
- You got some fucking balls. - What did I do?
That was a major fucking nut.
- The who? - Oh, great.
Ohh! Johnny Sack! They must've had free tokens at the tunnel!
Nine of spades, thank you.
Works his whole life, takes care of his family.
- You understand what I'm saying? - Yeah, of course.
I'll raise 12.
License and registration.
That's very sad.
T.
You opened this clam my friend
Sharp as a fucking cue ball.
Then shut up and let me finish. Anyway, Fritzi says "salute."
I should have quit then, though.
Charmaine knows with your sfogliatelle her daughter can go anywhere.
I can't. Charmaine'll have my balls on the menu tomorrow.
Rich, that envelope's two C's shy. I'll catch up on it next week.
...the kind of man I admire is Gary Cooper, the strong, silent type.
Thank you, Mr. Sinatra, Jr., sir.
Why?…why now?
His wife's close to the brother-in-law of the provost at Georgetown.
Don't bitch to me.
Please, no talking, no pictures or videotaping.
This may be a shock, but they're not here to see Sopranos kill each other.
- No, I didn't. - Pull that with old ladies, not me.
- What's the bet? - Eight hundred.
- There's mud all over the tires. - Dave, what's wrong?
Shut the fuck up and deal.
- I gotta weigh... - You gotta what? Rob me?
What's that got to do with you disrespecting my game?
How much is he into us for? - About 45 boxes of ramen.
- I knew it was a car. - It's a sports utility vehicle.
- How much money are we talking? - Just enough...
FORGET IT. KEEP THINKING YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.
- How you doing, Eric? - Good, Mr. Soprano.
Don't b**ch to me.
See if they want to close the lights.
A little?
Delicious, Artie. Glad I didn't eat tonight.
I know I broke your coffee table and...
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Look at this fucking headline
He can be a sick fuck when he's on Facebook
Go play cops and robbers.
Three eights full. Santa Maria, yes!
- Anyone want to close the lights? - Is that a game?
Summer 2020 I’m sorry, I’m just having some bad luck
That's all? I'll make that back from Vito in an hour.
I got my own f--king problems.
- You people are ruining this place. - That's your father's fault.
You didn't knock up that TaeBo broad, did you?
Eric's only light in the arts.
Sharp as a fucking cue ball
I'm gonna call, because you ain't got dick.
I got my own problems.
Well, we have our work cut out for us.
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Do you fucking mind? Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?
Remember the first time I came here I said...
- Let's see them, boys. - Trips.
You know what, Meadow? Fuck you, fuck your gangster father...
The chick gets a dyke haircut and the guy starts talking about his divorce and it’s just the beginning for the bands in decline
- Very good, very good. - All right.