Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, hey, fuck that!
But I never really understood what he felt.
- It'll be our first single. - No, second.
Without the right help from you...
...is the bass and the drum tracks were miked wrong from the beginning!
Whatever happened to Jimmy?
They play it all the time on oldies radio.
I'm humming the scenery, Chrissy!
It's a hell of a piece of meat.
Want to be more specific?
He hangs around with Tony Soprano and it's "fucking this, fucking that."
A hit is a hit and this is my friend, is not a hit
With how much you listen to the radio, you'd be good.
I'm producing these sessions.
This is some loud shit!
Sorry, Tony. You probably knew the guy, huh?
One could write a song about a horse.
All your songs, you got no choruses.
Oh, God.
Because he wanted to hang out with us, he'd belt it right out.
Wouldn't it be cool to own a restaurant like Le Cirque?
Where is the fucking binder?
That money bought my house at the Jersey Shore.
They fell off a truck.
Donnie Brasco.
Okay. Thank you. Bye-bye.
Beautiful!
They've been told. Twice. Now I'll tell them.
Dress you up. I like that.
- I don't know. - What?
Chris, would you chill?
...Gotti outbid me.
...the grievances in the music business are far worse.
- Get back to work. - Christopher!
Vishy baby, get that big dick in the jacuzzi now
They got it going on.
Richie's this musician who you know. They're not a hair band anymore.
Richie had third-degree burns from trying...
- It's this way? - Yes.
Don't press it.
We'll use a ukulele.
Thank you, but I spent the off-season in Denmark
To be used, you know...
...and then pops his eye out. I thought I was gonna die!
I was thinking about... Okay, okay, I know this sounds kind of funny.
- Okay. - Come on, come on!
...and I wanted it as a souvenir...
No, I never get down there. Well, Disneyworld.
This is all a message to your friends: Stay away from Port Newark.
I'm fucking with Cusamano.
I like Murano glass.
Thank you, but I spent the off-season in Denmark
"Hey, Jimmy, how the fuck are you?"
[BAD DIPLOMAT song plays] “Now THAT’s a hit!”
- It's got that other connotation... - No, no, not anymore.
Give me a couple of burger baskets.
Spike up!
- Why? - Christ!
You didn't hear any strange noises last night in your neighborhood?
Meow.
God forbid, what if something should happen?
Then when I found out, you know...
When you and Little Jimmy were writing all his hits...