Roma Page #4

Remo, don't forget

this young gentleman.

Here, eat some of these.

They're not snails. They're pigeons.

- Giggetto, where are the bananas?

- Sorry. We're all out. Only got one.

- Then give me that one.

- You think I am crazy?

- Who's that, Lallo's daughter?

- Whose do you think, the priest's?

She that big already? Isn't she cute?

Can't tell her face from her behind.

I dreamt about poor Aunt Judy last night

and asked her a winning number.

Then she fried this broccoli with

a mint leaf. You should have tasted it.

You know what they say:

"The more you eat, the more you sh*t. "

I told you not to let him eat any tripe.

He's had a fever since then.

All right, then give him

a couple of snails.

- But it almost killed him.

- Then I guess it'll kill me too.

Give her something to drink

so she'll shut her trap.

- Cheers!

- Go on. Drink up.

Hey, Verna! Verna!

Come on down!

Will you forget about it

and get down here?

Come here before I beat

the hell out of you. Come on.

Tell your sister to get down here

before I throw her off that balcony.

Talk about a small portion.

This plate's practically empty.

They're out of this world,

Mrs. Rossi.

- Here, kid. Enjoy your meal, folks.

- Thanks.

- Bon appetit.

- Thank you. Say thank you.

Slowly. Don't eat so fast

or you'll choke to death.

Nobody's going

to steal your plate.

Something's been sitting on my stomach

since yesterday morning.

Tell me something.

You like soccer?

Silvano! Silvano! Here she is!

I brought her down.

Finally.

Here she is, everybody.

"Verna the Sulker" has arrived.

What...

Now what's the matter?

- Come on. Let's make up. Come on.

-Just leave me in peace.

Open that sweet little mouth of yours.

Come on. Open it.

- You silly, stupid sh*t.

- You're the stupid sh*t.

- Not me. You. That's who.

- You are both stupid shits.

Too much mint leaf

in the snails, Rosa.

- Is that so?

- And not enough peppers.

Taste these, one of

our most popular specialties.

I'll show you how.

Watch carefully.

Here we are.

Ah, that is good.

One bite of these and you're up

like a shot. Ask your girlfriend.

I never eat snails in restaurants.

Only when I cook them myself

because I soak them for four days first.

You can suck them clean.

Not those.

In Rome we say, "No matter what you eat,

it all turns to sh*t. "

And what you eat tastes like sh*t.

Excuse me.

Mary had a little sheep

with the sheep she went to sleep

The sheep turned out to be a ram

Mary had a little lamb

Where'd she learn those?

Will you listen to that.

Some mother you are,

teaching her that stuff.

You taught her, not me.

What do you mean me?

I didn't teach her nothing.

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