[flashback:]
Papa Angelo: OK, I'm ready. Let's go.
Sophia: Papa, what was that noise?
Papa Angelo: My guess is machine guns.
Sophia: What?
Papa Angelo: I'm in the back looking for the john, OK? I see a bunch of guys lined up facing the wall, so I figure the toilet is broken, so I'm gonna wait in place behind one of these guys. Suddenly, someone's yelling to me, "Get outta there. You don't belong here." I say, "Wait a minute. I've peed against better walls than this in my time," when I see he's holding a machine gun. So I decide to take his advice. I move. Rat-a-tat-tat, everybody's falling, like flies on your Aunt Regine.
Sophia: You're letting your imagination run wild, Papa. This is Chicago, not Sicily. You're just a little homesick, that's all. [gunfire]
Salvadore: I saw another garage a couple of blocks away.
Papa Angelo: The car's not running.
Salvadore: Hey, who cares? I am.