Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

JAKUCIONIS 16/9/10. I WAS THERE.
- Two black guys jumped me outside a bar. - With half of them locked up...
Hogan? It’s a fucking nickname his family name is Bollea
You two should talk. Let me just pee.
- My cousin Tony. - You mentioned how close you two are.
He wanted to borrow some tools, and they weren't there.
- I want what I am entitled to. - You're entitled to shit.
You believe these fucking Blue Jays? Last inning, I screamed so loud...
- So you're going back to Mission Viejo? - I didn't say that.
What are you talking about? Just blow off dental school?
What's wrong with being a regular doctor?
- It's DeTrolio. - Finn DeTrolio. My arch nemesis.
Forget the foot!
I don't know, I explained it. Jesus, you should quit the law center.
My arch nemesis
Ever since I cleaned up, no matter what he says...
Couldn't have been too much to clean up.
Use your own phone, I’m busy
FUCKING OP. HE'S DYSLEXIC.
- That's a lot of money for not much shirt. - Relax. I'll put it on my own card.
What sort of toppings did you have on the pizza? I like thinking about the toppings.
2LA8
...but they cut my fucking head open, the fucking jigaboo...
Too late.
It's really good chili.
- We believe in the nuclear family. - Will you listen to yourself?
Sad when they go young like that
Lemmon rare?
You don't have to work for like three hours.
- Hey, how you doing? - Where you going? Come here.
As a career, actually. I mean...
- Tony Uncle Whatever? - Uncle Al.
What about your dad's road rage?
He has to sleep a little.
You're entitled to shit.
I told him he shouldn't.
"How are we gonna keep it together...
See if you could get some of your people on her.
Poor thing was starved for it, honestly.
Fuck the tomatoes. I'll take the scarole.
So, what does this mean, you don't want the case?
Lorraine Calluzo.
First of all, we’re Italian, we don’t believe in ramps
Guy gets out of jail, suddenly I'm dog shit in Tony's eye.
- What do you mean? Why? - Because.
He came on to me, all right? Either that, or he wants to kill me.
If they fought today, both in their prime: Ali or Tyson?
From the poverty of the Mezzogiorno, where all higher authority was corrupt.
Plus, it's bat month.
You're like a prosecutor at 4 in the morning, I can't think.
- Hey, Felicia. - What?
- That's mine? - Yeah.
No way Nigger
I'll see you under the bat tonight. Seven sharp.
- Hello? - Mom? I'm engaged.
- Don't fucking lie to me! - Even if I was...
And I don't like to miss the national anthem.