Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

the protection of the boss...

Lois, this is Carmela, my wife.

You did it, you started the fire.

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

Don't gimme that look IT WAS A FUCKING VEHICLE

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

They hate my sucess

Friends of ours...

"My sin is always before me. "

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

I know what you mean about Ralph.

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

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

- Your reaction? - No comment.

Three other horses, too.

that was fucked up? - Fucked up!

Maybe you're not on the milking table enough

Now I gotta pretend I'm a fucking drooling Charto

They hate my success

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

I only do it once in a while.

Please, allow me to introduce myself.

Boat, flag, shirt.

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

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

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

I gotta go. I gotta catch a plane.

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

Killed, I guess.

Don't gimme that look IT WAS A FUCKING VEHICLE

Whatever happened there

Boat, flag, shirt, cum, throat.

Nothing compared to this.

I have bad luck.