Castello Cavalcanti

Avasanti la molte miglia in città! Avasanti!

Goddammit!

Goddam... Goddammit, sonofbitch!

Noo!

Water!

Son of a bitch! It wasn't my fault,

the steering wheel screwed on backwards!

Otherwise I've never been bringed up the rear in the first place

but sliping and sliding for the last 150 miles

plus there's a slow leak in the rear left tire.

Ah... screw it. - Acciavolo.

E uno, e due, e tre!

Avanti!

- Avanti! - Avanti!

Come on! It's totalled, fellas!

Completamente finito! Fatale calamiti disaster catastrofica!

Stick it back in the garage where it belongs!

Give me a shard of the local hooch.

When's the next bus?

- 20 minutes. - Got it.

Barkeep, can you place a call to a cc for me, please.

- Grand Hotel Americano, collect from Jake Cavalcanti. - Si

I'd strangled that little twerp, by the way! My mechanic, it's actually my brother in law.

Gosh, screwed the steering wheel on backwards!

Where am I?

- Castello Cavalcanti - What?

I think my ancestors might've came from here

- Si, si, Cavalcanti - Cavalcanti - Cavalcanti

Wow!

Ciao! Ciao, ciao! You're my ancestors, I think.

Ciao, ciao. We're ancestors.

What are you? The old man of the place?

He is your great-great-grand uncle.

Great-great-grand uncle Michelangelo?

Si

Son of a bitch, I've seen pictures of this old man.

Great-great-grand uncle Michelangelo, I know you.

He's the one that stayed behind.

- Bravo - Bravo, bravo