Castello Cavalcanti

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Avasanti la molte miglia in citt! Avasanti!

Goddammit!

Goddam... Goddammit, sonofbitch!

Noo!

Water!

Son of a b*tch! It wasn't my fault,

the steering wheel was screwed on backwards!

Otherwise I've never been bringed up

the rear in the first place

but sliping and sliding for the last 150 miles

plus there's a slow leak in the rear left tire.

Ah... screw it.

- Acciavolo.

E uno, e due, e tre!

Avanti!

- Avanti!

- Avanti!

Come on! It's totalled, fellas!

Completamente finito!

Fatale calamiti disaster catastrofica!

Stick it back in the garage

where it belongs!

Give me a shard of the local hooch.

When's the next bus?

- 20 minutes.

- Got it.

Barkeep, can you place a call

to a sissy for me, please.

- Grand Hotel Americano, collect

from Jake Cavalcanti. - Si

I'd strangled that little twerp, by the way!

My mechanic, it's actually my brother in law,

gosh, screwed the

steering wheel on backwards!

Where am I?

- Castello Cavalcanti

- What?

I think my ancestors might've came from here

- Si, si, Cavalcanti

- Cavalcanti - Cavalcanti

Wow!

Ciao! Ciao, ciao!

You're my ancestors, I think.

Ciao, ciao. We're ancestors.

What are you? The old man of the place?

He is your great-great-grand uncle.

Great-great-grand uncle Michelangelo?

Si

Son of a b*tch, I've seen

pictures of this old man.

Great-great-grand uncle Michelangelo,

I know you.

He's the one that stayed behind.

- Bravo

- Bravo, bravo

In a way I'm glad I crashed,

it's a warning for me.

I could've got killed, you know

like that coop of chickens over there.

Tarred, feathered and spitroasted...

- Telefono, signore

- Excuse me

Sweetie? I crashed.

Yeah, I know.

Well, it could've been a hell of a lot worse.

I'm in my ancestor's village actually if

you can believe it. Castello Cavalcanti.

No, I'm serious.

Yeah, I know. Don't bother me with

that right know, I just crashed.

Listen, could you put Gus on?

Yeah, I know.

Gosh, you son of a b*tch, you screwed

the steering wheel on backwards.

I crashed! Damn it, you son of a b*tch.

I'm fine, obviously.

Stop crying.

I understand,

I understand.

Plus there's a slow leak in the rear left tire but I guess

it doesn't matter anymore since the car's totalled

No, it's ok.

I'll take the bus.

Yeah, I know, it's ok.

Don't worry,

it's just a race car.

So long, pal.

Oh, sh*t, here's my bus.

That wasn't 20 minutes

- What do I owe you?

- Niente

No

- Niente, niente

- I can't accept that

- Niente!

- Niente

- Niente

- Niente, niente.

Tell him I'll catch the next one.

Va nel prossimo.

You know what? Can I get a little plate

of spaghetti or something?

- Paolo.

- Just a little bowl.

- Spaghetti.

- Spaghetti.

- Ha fame.

- Ci mezzi citt minuti.

- Spaghetti.

Thank you

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