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Mob Misfortune Cookies 'There's a gun pointed at your right now' 'You will take one for the team soon.' 'Leave the gun, take the eggroll.'

'I may not know about DNA, but I sure as hell know about recombinant.'

Internet Cafe.

'Sure, we pay them for protection but there are unexpected bonuses: nobody can tenderise veel like Luigi or slice beef as fine as Vinny.'

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Mobsters at the Beach

Mafia Short-Term Memory Clinic. 'Fuhgettaboutit.'

'This is a personal insult to me and my family. Paulie, word is you regifted that horse's head I gave you last month. . .'

"Daddy, can I have a pony killed?"

"Did you remember to whack the cat?"

This is your last warning, Jimmy - You break your pinky promise, we break your pinky.

Parachuting with Concrete Shoes

'You've not been involved with money laundering before have you Joe!'

Jonathan Bugsy Seagull

Why did the chicken cross the mafia

Artwork in a gallery still has wet paint.

"He was a top boy - he could light up a room just by setting fire to it."

Mario's Family Portraits.

"Your resume indicates a fair bit of experience in the field of problem solving."

"Whack him. And if you can't whack him, redact him."

'Before you buy the gun can I ask if you thought about taking your cat to the vets first?'

'When did mum stop just sending us to our room?'

'Sorry Rocko, you know how it works. Step on a crack, break your mother's back.'

"Who, Big Sal? Sure, we were in cahoots years ago, but we fell out of cahoots."

"The big boot Italy ain't gonna kick the small shoe Sicily no more, capiche?"

The Godfather Sends Chess Master Bobby Fischer a Message. . .

Whacked music.

"You're gonna put me on that Nice List. Capeesh?"

'The least you can say is thank you for checking the tides.'

"Why do they always do that with the concrete? The feet are the best part."

"Say hello to my little friend!"

'My meeting is running a little late, Marge. Can you reheat dinner when I get home?'

'You're not a very good listener, are you?'

Cinema nasties

'Heaven...Hell...Who cares? You're Jim Morrison.'