Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All the prerequisites to lead young men onto the field of sport.
- Madonna, I hoped he was with you. - You heard from him?
Apparently it's gotta be now. You know, he's in one of his moods.
It ain't right.
You know, you ought to show some respect.
- Well, look at you. - How you doing, Coach Molinaro?
So you come across any burn victims at that hospital in the can?
Whoever you are, I'd like you to stop this.
Somebody forgot.
Jason, Justin, get up here.
Can you pull yourself away for once?
- Tell who? - The man upstairs.
And now how the fuck is it gonna look?
Hmmm
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
I was on this horse.
Well, we did good at the casino last night.
Sometimes what happens here is like taking a shit.
- Stop it. - I'm serious.
I suppose you blame your father when you're crying to that shrink of yours.
- For you. - Thank you, sir.
T.B. went ape over Angelo.
I see you on TV.
One of these days, Alice. One of these days.
Well, I'm in therapy now.
- He's doing great. - Bucco?
He must be in heaven. He said "the other side."
Jesus, relax. Johnny wants to see you.
- Enjoy your stay. - Thanks.
Don't get me steamed, Alice.
Five-thirty in the morning.
I remember when you hit me, it was like, pow, to the moon.
Is that how you're gonna dress?
You want me to suck your dick now, baby?
Yeah, you're probably right.
Then the phone rings...
This is today's paper, Mirsa.
TO THE MOON, MUF!
...and there was this voice.
Diddy
And this is some more for the Joey Peeps thing.
So, what's she in for? You know, the future, I mean.
- Oh, my God! - I got you. All right. Okay.
This guy was my old man, my rabbi and my priest rolled into one.
Anyway, is Artie all right?
No, more my mother.