Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

God only knows what he says.

My mother's uncle was Lepke's wheelman.

Forgot your lunch, just ask.

You ever feel like nothing good was ever gonna happen in the window?

I don't like that word, Jason.

The meter maid? What about him?

I may never go.

- What else? - How about your phone numbers?

The indictments are sealed, but with the recent death...

Follow that up, Jase. Dad does what?

And how do we feel about that?

You ever feel like nothing good was ever gonna happen to you

Get some Sfogliatella and cannoli and shit for the guys

Because he has a vowel at the end of his name: Suplizio

- I know, but what if? - But you weren't.

I don't want to hear that you took one of your Colleens on a cruise.

That's it. I don't want to just survive.

You know what I think?

Who invented the Mafia?

...and get rid of evidence?

But it's obvious you don't give a shit about my situation.

What, a psychiatrist?

They will undoubtedly be focused on the as yet unsolved...

I take it you were frightened.

And yet, that tiny, insignificant fraction...

Books say a movie's supposed to be about 120 pages.

- What did you say to Tony about this? - Me?

"Mob stories are always hot." I can make my mark.

I know you're there. Pick it up.

We're out of mayo.

- I'm not cleaning that up. - Grasso, clean that.

Remember how Jackie got?

Tony wouldn't have never known him if it wasn't for me.

I just like history, like you, Dad.

Buckle your seat belt, Ma.

Yea I seen it before, its called cowboy-itis

Does this have anything to do with what's been on the news lately?

Picture yourself at Ellis Island. How does that sound?

The anti-Christs that got the electric chair?

Louis "Lepke" Buchalter.

I'm starting with the dialogue.