This is the third glass of wine I've seen you drink, I mean... it's the third glass of wine after five beers and four whiskeys. You really had a bad day.

We're members of the Cosa Nostra and today - due to the mistake of an idiot that I was already sure to kill - you were judged by the elder members of the mafia without my knowledge. Figli di puttana.

I walk over to you and grab you by the waist when you trip over your own feet.

"That's enough drinks for today, dolce raggaza." I whisper hoarsely, more like an order, in your ear.