When In Rome Page #3

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Die! Man!

Let's just go ahead

and let me handle this.

You are... you're...

You're quite the determined

little thing, aren't you?

Yeah, well, I cracked it

before you smashed it.

I know. Yeah, I know.

- I'm Nick, by the way.

- Beth.

Nice to meet you.

I would've introduced myself earlier,

but I was running a little late.

Yeah, I noticed.

I was in the hills doing an interview,

and on my way back

I kinda got hit by a goat.

- My God! You hit a goat?

- No, the goat hit me.

It wasn't my fault, and the goat's fine.

- What are they saying?

- It means "speech."

I think you're up again. There you go.

Hello again.

I'm Beth, sister of the bride.

Umberto, though I haven't

known you for very long...

I'm sorry. I don't speak any Italian.

Umberto, although I haven't

known you very long...

I'm a little rusty, so if you stay away

from any obscure idioms,

that would be great.

Yeah. Sure.

I'll keep it simple. Thank you.

When I look at you, Joan,

I remember a little girl

who believed in magic.

As I look at you right now...

I see a grown woman

who has seen all the magic in the world

come true tonight.

Joan...

Joan likes magic...

This is harder than I thought.

Maybe if we all clap loudly...

she'll wrap it up.

Because you and Umberto

are making magic here tonight.

Well, it was worth a try...

And I know that, if you could,

you'd share that feeling with me.

And I know that you'll...

share him with me.

OK. It appears our best man

has run out of Italian,

so cheers.

I liked your toast.

Thank you. Umberto's brother

already hit on me,

and most of his family

thinks I'm a pervert, but thanks.

They do that for good luck.

So where did you learn

to speak Italian so poorly?

Syracuse.

Umberto and I were roommates.

He taught me

how to talk to girls in Italian,

and I taught him American football.

I wanted to ask you before...

- Who is your service provider?

- Why?

I saw you e-mailing earlier,

and I kind of have signal envy.

Give me your phone. I need

to send one quick work e-mail.

- If I don't...

- No, you can't have my phone.

- Why not?

- You're just gonna take my number.

- I'm not gonna take your number.

- You're gonna take my phone

and call your phone with it

so that you have my number,

and I can't have you booty-calling me

- at 2:
30 in the morning.

- I'm not go...

Wait! You know what? I do. I need it.

Because I need to block it

from my phone.

I can't give it to you, because

Umberto made me turn it off.

- So it's on vibrate?

- No, it's off.

- Like "off" off?

- Yeah.

- Nicholas!

- Father Dino!

- Nicholas!

- Father...

- All right.

- Ciao.

Maybe some cards again tonight?

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