Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Have a nice night.

That's how they say "nothing."

You go ahead. It comes out of your end.

So I split the difference. I gave him 15%...

There was a tumor and they took it out.

It meant so much to me, having you here.

So, what's really on your mind, Corrado?

I'd have to know more about his condition.

You know, then this, then that.

I bought his kid a $400 surfboard for his birthday.

...against 15,000 Roman soldiers.

I cook like this...

Kids. You think you can protect them.

You were nice to have a party for your friend.

Half-hour, and no cervezas, please.

With our friend with the funny sideburns.

Yes, may I help you?

- Sometimes I lay in bed... - Statti zitto! Enough already.

This problem that you're having.

You're looking at them, asshole.

And the Romans, where are they now?

What's that painting mean to you?

Get da fuck outta heere…

I'm going to the cafeteria. Want anything?

A plate of braciole.

What's going on? Why'd you page me?

Oh, God, don't tell me that you took money from Tony Soprano.

At least he made the gesture.

Tell Brendan that Hunter would rather die than go out with him.

Your looking at them, asshole.

What are you doing with the truck?

...air in your veins, or is that just bullshit?

You should've rang the doorbell, Brendan.

Shut up! Shut up!

Relax, Mr. Aprile. It's time for your sponge bath.

Carmela, I never wanted to tell you this.