Your friend is blind?
I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur.
Don’t go toward the light!
Follow me!
I’ll be right here.
He’s just gonna hang around the bushes while we eat?
OOOOh, God, I hate the bush.
We’ve got bush!
We want… A SHRUBBERY!
I am a very serious gardener.
I’m an excellent driver.
[rips off his rear-view mirror and throws it aside] The first rule of Italian driving. What’s-a-behind me, does not-a-matter.
You run up to Boston, and bring back some clam chowder for me and my daddy?
Yes, yes, I remember, I had lasagna.
Sometimes the spaghetti likes to be alone.
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
Don’t forget to tip your waiter.
I don’t tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I’ll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it’s for the birds. As far as I’m concerned, they’re just doing their job.
All at once, the birds were everywhere.
Ah, well; who wants to live forever? *DIVE! *