Love & Gelato

- Taxi? Ah. - No, thank you.

That you two had a lot of fun?

The tense you used is too formal.

Idiot! What the hell are you doing?

Welcome to Rome.

By the way,

I hear that you killed them at your audition in Florence.

I still have to take the final test.

But I heard they only take Michelin chef's kids

or those with rich parents.

Just like here.

So they're all pompous assholes?

Yeah.

Don't underestimate yourself, Lorenzo.

You're the best student I've had in years.

Remember,

there's a lot of raging, crazy creativity

behind that sad, unassuming look.

Don't be afraid to unleash it.

Let's leave him alone now. He just graduated.

Lorenzo, go get drunk.

Thanks.

Bye.

Ah, Lina! Let me introduce you

to my dear pain-in-the-butt Irish cousin, Howard.

You two go. Together.

You can get to know each other.

Howard, don't get smart with me. Stop hiding.

Can you come up for a second? I need you here, please.

I'll be right up.

I got five on my AP test.

Howard. Go home.

We have girl stuff to talk about.

Go do your boring man things!

I see your shoulder alignment is still off.

You're losing power because you lack fundamentals.

Did you call Banca Milano?

Dad, it's my last summer. I don't want to go to Milan.

You've spent three summers doing nothing.

Do you need another one?

Right. You think I've never done anything in my life.

Listen, Alessandro.

You know I'm proud of you.

And I love you.

But I called in favors to get you these interviews.

If you don't go, it'll have been a waste of my time.

Yeah, but I never asked for your help.

Know what you'd be without my help?

Nothing.

So call them.

Today.

That's what Italian godmothers are for.

...followed by a double specialization,

Economics and International Relations.

First Harvard, then Oxford,

then an internship at Lloyds of London.

- Like father, like son. - Exactly.

- Am I right, son? - Yes.

Congratulations. A great opportunity.

- Excellent. - A toast.

Although I think he should be in Abu Dhabi,

where we have most of our family business.

But you know, young people need their time.

He'd be 18 by then...

Two glasses of wine. 2001, Sangiovese. Thanks.

Very well.

You two. Back in. Now.

Thank you, what a great night.

Your ability to embarrass your family

never ceases to amaze me.

Button up that jacket and come meet Commissioner Grillo.

No.

I'm with a friend. This is Lina.

What the hell do I care about another girl

whose name you won't even remember tomorrow?

Hurry up.

- Who is it? - Lorenzo.

Oh. Lorenzo.

- Hi, Greta. How are you? - Bad.

Very bad.

Bad.

Oh, I meant to tell you.

I know you have an interview with the Florence people.

Yeah.

- Don't know. We'll see how it goes. - Hmm.

Who do I see there? Who is she?

Your sous-chef?

No, no, no. She's a tourist,

but she doesn't know anything.

I wanted her to try the best maritozzi in Italy. Where else if not here?

You're such a smartass.

I "know nothing?"

Here they are. Fresh from the oven.

Thanks.

If you see those pompous blowhards at Cuisine Royale,

send them my greetings.

They'd be lucky to have someone like you.

Thanks. Bye.

Did you crash my party?

It's the last thing I'd do, trust me.

If you've got something to say, just say it.

Tell me what you have to say. I've had enough...

I've been working all day. I'm exhausted.

So I'm leaving.

Howard is one of the most famous art restorers in town.

He knows Renaissance painters

better than they knew themselves. Believe me.

And does he paint?

He used to, but he hung up his brush.

Hi, Howard.

Hi, cousin.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Oh! Lovely child!

Ale, really?

You're always such a piece of shit.

- Who is it? No. - No...

Who is it?

I don't sell to the public!

Wake up!

Wakey wakey!

It's time to turn over a new leaf.

A colleague of Howard's has invited us to lunch at her parents'.

Come on!

- No... - Look, I promise...

Some excellent homemade food will make you forget that idiot.

Trust me.

Isn't it wonderful, Lina?

Sure.

Wonderful like a newborn baby.

I saw the diary. It's about you know what.

Does she know about that?

I don't know whether she knows that you know.

You must talk to her.

Me? Why me?

Guess!

- Goat! - Goat!

For you, Papa.

Hi, Franco. Hi, Martina.

Hi, Franny. Howard!

How are you?

Hi, my love.

For us.

Thank you.

Come. Please.

It smells amazing.

So it's true. You are a chef.

Well, your Italian is not bad at all.

Thanks.

Yes, I'm trying a few things...

Experimenting.

- For the cooking school? - Yes.

I have my last audition tomorrow in Florence.

From what I can see,

I'm sure you'll ace it.

Hey, you.

Young hands.

Come help. There's work to do.

- Okay. - And you, Lo. Hurry up.

- Hurry up. - Yes. I'm on it.

- Nice to meet you. - Hi.

Nonna, calm down.

The fifth is a secret.

Yes, I know.

- So? - I wasn't going to tell her.

No. Hi, Gio.

No, we were only making gelato.

Let me guess...

With passion?

Always with passion!

Why am I not the one doing the churning?

You hate churning the gelato. Every time...

You hate it? That's a new one!

It's not nice to say it out loud in front of other people, Lorenzo.

Why are you standing there like a boiled potato?

What...

So much for churning.

Here I am.

So this is a barley and pesto salad.

On your plate,

you have my mini lasagna cupcakes.

And these are fried zucchini

with truffle and caper sauce.

And to finish, of course,

we'll eat Nonna's famous pistachio gelato.

Cheers.

To us.

And to me getting old.

- To us. - To you, Grandpa.

To us.