Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Leave nothing to chance.

Look at this fucking line up Ahhh

...I'll send somebody to you every Saturday for five percent interest.

Who ? Who the fuck is that ?

Who listens to prizefighters?

Davey, this isn't a game for you.

You know I'm under fucking house arrest, you cute fuck.

- Too soon to chase an inside straight. - Doc?

Your friends...

- Hey, doc... - Please, I've heard all the jokes.

Take that high moral ground and go sleep in the bus station if you want!

- What? - Kid...

...when my old man and Junior had it?

She's like a woman with a ham, crying the blues because she has no bread.

I want to fucking grab him and pummel him right there for no reason.

This is you talking.

Some are so far behind in a race they believe they're leading.

Change coming to you.

I should stab you in the fucking eye.

His name was Ercole. Actually, Ercole.

That's the tax you get for raising your hands at my game.

- Hi, Rich. - Hi, Rich?

Oh, yeah. That's why he left us with cici beans.

If I shoot, it's going in your braciola.

Ohh! Johnny Sack! Must've had free tokens at the tunnel!

...we commit his body to the earth to return to that from which it was made.

Well, at least Tom, Sr. isn't the Happy Wanderer anymore.

...and all the rest of the shit I've been buying since you were born!

Leave the cheese there! I love fucking cheese at my feet.

Sit down. Sit down.

Don't threaten you? I got a hard-on for you already.

I should work for nothing?

I'm sorry about blowing up in your game.

- Rich, can I get another dime? - We only got three players.

...through the grapevine you took your uncle's game.