Robert: Hey, Ma, do you know if we have any mob connections here in town? Because I might need a little help.
Marie: Robert, what's the matter? You look so terrible. Tuck in your shirt.
Robert: No no, I'm fine, Ma. It's just that Stefania's father wasn't too thrilled to find me with his daughter.
Marie: What?
Ray: Now, he's having a vacation.
Robert: This is wild. I went out the window when Pops went to get a shovel.
Giorgio: Congratulations. Stefania Fogagnolo.
Robert: Thanks there, Giorgio.
Giorgio: Signore Fogagnolo, he will kill you.