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It's a Sassicaia.

It's one of the best wines ever!

--Sassicaia, right?

--They call it "Super Tuscan".

Very limited production.

It's made from Cabernet Sauvignon

and other French grapes.

It's much better than

most French wines.

--The French, right Mr. Giovanni?

--Those people that love orgies.

I got that one from my father.

May God rest his soul.

--God be praised!

--Amen...

I'm saving it for my sixtieth

birthday.

--60th, Mr. Giovanni?

--Yep.

--How many years left?

--Six. I'm 54.

Won't it go out of gas?

Sassicaia... gas?

Go f*** yourself, Nonato!

Thank God you'll be back here,

away from the customers.

--Lino...

--What?

Come here.

Shoot.

--Hey, Rosemary.

--Sir!

Bottom bunk is yours now.

Skinny's bed is yours now.

Get your stuff.

Move, dude.

It's all ours, redneck.

--Water is boiling, right?

--Yes.

OK, come here, Nonato.

Grab some salt.

That sea salt, right...

add a handful of it.

Add some more.

That's OK.

Don't you dare add some oil,

that's for cheap pasta.

Hand me the spaghetti.

Great.

OK, first we mix...

then we wait...

Till it's ready.

When do we know it's ready,

Mr. Giovanni?

It takes practice.

You need cooking experience.

Cooking is an art!

It's like painting, singing...

One must know how to mix the

ingredients.

You gotta know when this is gonna

go well with that.

You gotta know the exact cooking

time, so it won't lose its taste.

Cooking is an art, Nonato.

Here is our studio, the kitchen

and the spices and

the ingredients are our paints.

--Paints?

--F***, what was I saying?

Yeah, cooking time.

Since you don't have experience,

you gotta taste it.

--Can I fry the garlic?

--Not yet.

If you fry the garlic too soon,

it'll turn brown and bitter.

I've had a hard time with garlic many

times. It seems easy, but it's not.

That's why I start frying it

just before the pasta is done.

The easier, the harder.

It's easy to mess it up, right,

Mr. Giovanni?

Everyone thinks it's easy,

but they're wrong.

Simple recipes are like...

like a Picasso painting.

Picasso?

Simple, but intense.

Do you wanna see art

with the most basic ingredients?

--Yes

--Francesco...

--What?

--Your turn.

--Your turn!

--Prick!

Nonato, bring me the guava

that's in the fridge.

Yes, sir.

No, the other door.

There you go!

Get me that cheese too.

--That one over there.

--This one?

Yep.

Mr. Giovanni, it's rotten...

and moldy.

It's not bad. It's a gorgonzola.

--Gor...?

--...gonzola.

Gorgonzola.

One of the word's oldest

cheeses. It's moldy.

--Try it.

--There's no need.

Come on, try it! It's good!

It tastes like spoiled butter.

--Your ass tastes like spoiled butter.

--Come on, Mr. Giovanni!

Do you know the "Romeo and

Juliet" dessert?

It's very popular in my town.

You replace white cheese

with gorgonzola.

It's called Anita and Garibaldi.

I made it up myself.

--Anita and Garibaldi?

--Yep.

It's good.

You know what?

I can't serve Romeo and Juliet

in my restaurant...

'cause it's an ordinary dessert.

If I add gorgonzola instead,

it gets sophisticated.

Then I can charge 8 bucks for it!

Some gorgonzola and guava for

Holy Sh*t!

How much paint do you spend on

a painting? A hundred bucks?

And later on, they sell it

for millions of dollars? So...

The same goes for cooking.

This is art, Nonato.

--It's a Picasso!

--Lemme ask you something.

--May I?

--Shoot.

We gotta add the paint

just before serving it, right?

Cross the damn ball, man!

Kick it forward! F***!

Get out of there!

Here!

Go to the goal line, you moron!

They play so bad!

--Rosemary!

--Hi. Did you find it?

Check if it's what you wanted.

--Perfect. Fantastic!

--Fifteen packs of cigarettes.

--What?

--Fifteen f***ing packs!

Fifteen packs?

Don't screw with me.

You're screwing with me.

It was hard to get it.

I don't know if I've got it.

--Really? Give it back to me.

--Ten?

--Give it back.

--Ten?

Give it back, you prick!

Twelve?

Twelve it is. Deal.

It's a bit expensive...

Come by my cell later.

Twelve and don't f*** with me,

all right?

No problem. Chill out.

Whatever...

And then, we're the crooks!

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FRIENDLY ATMOSPHERE

--Good night, Mr. Giovanni.

--Good night. Go to bed!

Gonna take a walk...

Go get some rest.

We've gotta work tomorrow. Go!

--Bye.

--Bye.

Out! This is my spot. Leave!

I got here first.

You better leave.

This is my spot, slut.

Did you get your stockings

at the thrift shop?

If you don't move now,

I'll kill you!

It's the fried chicken snack guy...

--How are you doing?

--Fine. I'm hanging in there...

--There... up in her ass!

--You slut!

I came by the bar the other day...

but you weren't there.

--You don't work anymore?

--No, I'm working somewhere else.

At nearby restaurant...

At the Bocatio Restaurant.

Ah. The Bocassio.

I know. Over there.

Friendly Cuisine.

The fried chicken snacks

from the bar are crappy again.

I didn't know about it, but...

Mr. Zulmiro is not a very good

cook, you know.

I agree.

Where are you staying now?

I'm staying at an Inn

by the restaurant.

Good.

And...

Do you have a bite to eat

at your place?

I got no real food,

but we could order a pizza.

So naive!

Lets go.

I'll feed you there.

--You're hungry?

--Yes, and you?

You smell so good, Iria!

It's talcum powder.

--I like it.

--Thanks.

Shall we stop by the restaurant first?

--I'm starving.

--At the Bocatio?

Yes, at the Bocassio!

OK, I've got the keys

to the kitchen.

So you're the boss now!

--It was delicious.

--Really?

--No, stop it, Nonato.

--What?

I don't French kiss anyone.

Never.

--No?

--No!

--You can't?

--I can't.

I can't,

because it's not ethical.

--Ethical?

--Ethics...

I don't kiss anyone. I do

everything else, but kissing.

--Everything?

--Everything!

F***!

An ant got into my nose!

F***!

You get used to it.

If they go into your mouth,

just swallow them.

I won't get used to it.

This place is like an anthill.

When I used to go to Colombia...

--You've heard of Colombia, right?

--Of course, sucker.

Do you know what they eat there?

Guess what they eat...

Ants.

Like the ones we see here.

When I went there for coke,

I ate some.

--F***, that's terrible.

--No, they're not that bad.

They sell them on the streets.

Some ants are this huge.

You eat them fried.

They taste good.

Skinny...

Lino...

You know what?

I had a great idea.

We could take these damn ants...

fry them with some garlic,

onion and parsley.

They'd make a delicious snack

before dinner.

Lino, you shouldn't be picky

about food.

I don't know.

It's what the rich eat.

High protein food, man.

I bet they won't like it.

Have I ever let you down before?

Help me gather them. Come on!

We'll gather them.

I'm positive about it.

Bujiu will love

our Colombian banquet.

You f***ing Fat rat!

Will you bring us the stuff or what?

Watch out, you dumb ass!

You talk to Skull face.

I'm warning you!

--Guys!

--What's up?

Fat rat is f***ing around again.

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