Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know what you mean about Ralph.

Three other horses, too.

Boat, flag, shirt.

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

Friends of ours...

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

I have bad luck.

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

Killed, I guess.

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

Boat, flag, shirt, cum, throat.

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

I only do it once in a while.

Now I gotta pretend I'm a fucking drooling Charto

Nothing compared to this.

Don't gimme that look IT WAS A FUCKING VEHICLE

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

Maybe you're not on the milking table enough

I gotta go. I gotta catch a plane.

They hate my success

that was fucked up? - Fucked up!

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

"My sin is always before me. "

You did it, you started the fire.

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

Whatever happened there

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

Please, allow me to introduce myself.

Don't gimme that look IT WAS A FUCKING VEHICLE

They hate my sucess

- Your reaction? - No comment.

Lois, this is Carmela, my wife.

the protection of the boss...

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

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...