is that no Mafioso, no Gangster comes up about two minutes later in a really flattering suite being like
Scuzi, Senorina. They are for you. Enjoy Bella Italia.
Oh. Thats so sweet of you. Oh your bleeding at your hand.
Ah. That's. Ahm. Roses have thorns, Bella.
Ari vi der ci.
...a minute later...
Mum. It's tulips.
You feel me? Nostra Buene Cosa?
Yours,
Don Camillo
