Love Is All There Is Page #7

Why do they make him wear

them blue pantyhose?

lt makes

his dingle look too big.

Shh, Ma.

God forbid!

Where is this girl?

Juliet! Juliet!

How now, who calls?

Your mother.

Madam, l am here.

What is your will?

How eloquent she is.

Yes, but is a mismatch...

because she make

the Sicilian mama's boy...

look like a buffoon

from the circus.

Saints do not move...

though grant

for my prayers' sake.

Then move not,

while my prayer's effect l take.

Oh, boy.

Thy drugs are quick.

Thus with a kiss l die.

They're doing it for real.

Rosario!

Rosario! No more.

Stop!

My God.

l never saw this before.

How dare he do that

to my little girl!

He pretend to be mama's boy.

Oldest Sicilian trick

in the back of the book.

Why she don't stop him? Why?

Because she has to act

as if she's dead...

and he's taken advantage.

Mona knew.

The Blessed Roscoe knew.

That's what masculine acting is.

You kiss the girl

like you go for her.

Her aura is changing.

-What?

-Nothing.

Rosario!

She is kissing him

with her mouth open.

Stop!

l don't care

if l lose the business.

l don't raise my daughter

for this.

l am going to pull the curtain.

Let me go!

You don't understand.

Get out of the way!

...violate my daughter.

Let me out of here!

Piero, come back!

They've stopped kissing!

Come back. Come on.

Please, let me go.

You got some nerve, fatso.

l...die.

l hate those pantyhose.

His dingle

looks even bigger now.

Dear God! ls he stiff?

l think he's stiff from her.

That's just a towel in there...

so they don't hurt it

when they duel.

lt's a towel. l'm so relieved.

-Let me see!

-Get out of my way!

Stop looking.

Sicilian son of a b*tch!

This is so embarrassing.

lt's growing.

l will kiss thy lips.

Haply some poison

yet doth hang on them...

to make me die

with a restorative.

My poor baby has to kiss

the Sicilian animal now!

l hope she bite off his lips and

spit them into his face!

Oh, my God.

This must be method acting.

Gina...a butterfly's wings.

A butterfly's wings.

Her aura, it's turning orange.

Go for it, Gina!

He is love deep.

He is sacrifice all.

lf she were my daughter,

l'd break her head.

They must've used two towels.

-Here he goes again!

-Sit down, fatso!

You want a rap in the mouth?

Yeah? Step in the toilet!

-You be quiet!

-Piero, come back!

The kiss is finished.

You'll ruin her death scene.

O happy dagger...

this is my sheath.

There rest...

and let me die!

Move! You have to move.

That's so rude!

The scene is over.

l want to go as soon

as the curtain comes down.

-Get out of my way!

-A real banana.

l will challenge you to a duel!

Get him to the banquet hall

the minute this show is over.

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