Read my lips: a-lee-gay-tor.
Aaah! “Fra-GEE-leh!” It must be Italian!
Say, how did you get to be Italian?
In Italy, finding someone you can really hate is as important as finding someone to love.
Now I’m the villain in your story… I should have known the world wasn’t wide enough for Hamilton and me.
When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I’ve never tried before.
You know, that’s good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we’d never get anywhere.
I think we’ve had enough unsupported accusations for one case.
You can’t handle the truth!
AND THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE! My client lied about her age! She was only 17 when she got married, which makes her a minor. And in the great state of California, no minor can enter into any legal contract without parental consent.
You accidentally wrote my name? Our whole marriage has been a… slip of the pen?
Your aim is almost as bad your cooking, sweetheart.
I’m actually starting to miss my wife’s cooking.
Meatloaf, smeatloaf, double-beatloaf. I hate meatloaf.
Congratulations San Francisco! You’ve ruined pizza!
Yeah, well, don’t worry about me. I’m gonna slingin’ pizza for the rest of my life
The restaurant business. I’m planning on opening a place of my own. There’s money in a restaurant if it’s run right.
You’re so thin. No one trusts a skinny cook.
My name is Carbone, which means skinny white boy with a gun.
Bad boys, bad boys what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do when we come for you?