Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't gimme that look IT WAS A FUCKING VEHICLE

You did it, you started the fire.

Lois, this is Carmela, my wife.

I know what you mean about Ralph.

Three other horses, too.

Boat, flag, shirt, cum, throat.

Friends of ours...

Nothing compared to this.

I don't want you to hear it through the grapevine, especially now.

"My sin is always before me. "

You don't give a shit where that comes from!

The horse was no fucking good… with the fucking bad eye all the time.

- When have I ever asked for French toast? - Just eat the bacon.

The horse recovers, and we take out $200,000 on insurance...

that was fucked up? - Fucked up!

They had to put her on Xanax just so she could sleep.

- He's my son. - Before going to your house, he can't sleep.

Whatever happened there

Killed, I guess.

His kid's in the hospital. A little fucking sympathy.

I only do it once in a while.

I gotta go. I gotta catch a plane.

the protection of the boss...

Maybe you're not on the milking table enough

Marone. I have Blue Cross Blue Shield. Is that all right?

I don't know what to do. The boy, he comes to the house...

Don't gimme that look IT WAS A FUCKING VEHICLE

They hate my success

Now I gotta pretend I'm a fucking drooling Charto

Boat, flag, shirt.

Please, allow me to introduce myself.

I want you to move my car away and put yours in the driveway.

- Your reaction? - No comment.

I have bad luck.

Maybe you should wipe your ass with the paper, so they know you're a whack job.

They hate my sucess