Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, then we got rich, and we moved to the West Side.
...and I just refuse to stoop to her IeveI.
''WaIk away. Get controI. Just remove yourseIf from the probIem.''
I'm sorry about mouthing off. I'm just worried about Sam.
In this neighbourhood you gotta do what you gotta do.
-What are you doing? -Making bees fight.
What is?
I mean, it's good they're sticking up for one another.
Sure, no probIem.
-Sometimes I worry about her. -Come on upstairs.
Wait a minute. This beIong to you, Iady?
AngeIa, that's a beer commerciaI.
-WouId you Iike it griIIed? -Don't go to any troubIe.
We shouId've stayed where we were, you know...
I mean, I tried to stop it.
''To Dad''?
A scar? Oh, my God!
WeII, maybe that's why she Iearned to fight.
Where we come from it's waII-to-waII peopIe.