“No whiskey. Whenever Il Nizzardo beat the driver of a squad car, he used to drink a bottle of champagne to celebrate - two bottles if it was that son of a bitch Tagliaferri!”
“Alright, then we’ll drink champagne and think of that asshole Tagliaferri.”
“Only I call him a son of a bitch.”
“But they’re all assholes, really, aren’t they?”
“No, not Tagliaferri. Tagliaferri is a man. He just stands on the other side.”
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