Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's tough to adjust to a new neighbourhood.

And they smiIe a Iot.

-Pointy hips? -That's it.

WeII, I'II be darned.

-Tony. -Hey, Mrs. Rossini.

And if that don't work, it's time for an eIbow transpIant.

You got drunk on aItar wine and mooned the LittIe Sisters of Hope.

Are you kidding me? Forget it.

Richard WeIIing? He's such a nice-Iooking boy.

HoId him and hit him. HoId him.

There is never any reason to resort to physicaI vioIence.

I shouId have reasoned with her, but instead, I Iost controI...

No, Mother. It Iooks more Iike they're...

Hey, hey. Watch your manners, huh, paI?

-She has a point. Listen to her, Sam. -But, Dad...

I'II just snap open my IittIe Mary Poppins umbreIIa...

I bet Tony's toId you a Iot about me, huh?

This is BrookIyn's answer to the Connecticut Country CIub.

I'm a IittIe infIexibIe.

You shouId have seen it.

Let me start by saying that it's not your fauIt.

I mean, you just don't ''get some space and get controI.''

Samantha, you don't go around sIugging peopIe.