Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, turns out being a mobster isn't for me.

I‐I hope they make it work. Good vibes. Healing.

I've been looking for that.

(forced chuckling) Okay. Okay.

Oh, cool, they got a piñata!

I mean, this is the Mafia, not the Laugh Factory, right?

Yesterday, one of them even drove by my house to say

on the day of me daughter's barbecue.

The Rutgers basketball team is Black and disgusting.

Uh, it's a very special day,

This is bullcrap.

MOBSTER 1: What's the difference?

or have any conception of what's happening.

You need to go to Italy for five years.

That's a wrap for Don Imus.

Perhaps we should discuss this further in my poorly‐lit den.

but please don't proposition her here,

Doesn't anyone do anything on Tuesdays anymore?

Coffee in the smallest cup we have, as you requested.

What was that, Stewie?

But I just wanted to...

Now that I'm an Italian mob boss,

with a painted wall that makes Venice look terrible.

All right, nobody do anything stupid.