Nonnas

["Funiculì Funiculà" by Luigi Denza playing]

["Viva la Pappa col Pomodoro" by Rita Pavone playing]

Hey, Joey. What'd your nonna send you in here for today, huh?

Two loaves of bread and a dozen zeppole.

Zeppoles are hot and fresh. They're coming right up, my friend.

Be good. Say the rosary.

Now, Joey, don't eat 'em all before you get home.

Play ball!

I love your new car, Mr. Romano. It's a classic.

Ah, thank you, Joe.

- Hey, Joey. - Hey, Bruno.

Bruno. You missed a spot.

Get in there.

["Un Desiderio per L'Estate" by Gianni Ferrio and Gino Marinacci plays]

Mamma, I got the bread.

Bravo, Joey.

Zeppole.

Joey!

No zeppole.

Get outta here.

Joey, do you wanna come see Nonna make the gravy?

Vieni cà.

Guarda, aspetta.

Smell.

- How do you know how much to use? - You feel in your heart.

You put in your heart.

Mangia.

It's perfect, Nonna.

No. You are perfecto .

- "One does not grow old at the table." - Mm-hm.

Hey! Get outta here!

- You like the lasagna? - Who took all the corner pieces?

Hey, what happened to the lasagna?

- Do you call it sauce or gravy? - Sauce.

Mm!

Mamma.

- Hey! - Ah!

- Roberta! Oh my gosh! - Ciao, Roberta!

Hey!

Roberta!

Fotografia!

No!

- -

- Hey. - Oh, I'm sorry for your loss, Joey.

Your mother had a heart of gold.

I made you stuffed shells with fresh ricotta and spinach for later.

Thank you.

To your ma, Maria.

She was like my mother.

- Only nice. - Yeah.

- Salute. - Salute.

Hmm.

I don't know what, uh, tomorrow is supposed to look like, Bruno, you know?

- Give it time. - Yeah.

Gets better with time.

That wife of mine just gave me the stink eye?

Yeah. Looks that way.

Here we go.

- Joe, I made you my scungilli. - I told you he didn't like scungilli.

Would you shut up? You got a loud mouth.

You need to feed your grief. It's the only way through.

Mm-hmm.

There's 18 cloves of garlic in there.

Thank you.

- I'll come by this week, okay? - Okay.

I want you to take these and eat them.

Your famous cassatas.

Here, please.

Hmm.

- Delicious. - Prego.

- You were one of my mom's favorites, Gia. - Well, 26 years.

She was more than a client. She was a friend.

I just wanna say thank you for everything.

You made her that beautiful wig.

Yeah, well, we all deserve our dignity, especially at the end.

You know, if you need anything, you know where to find me.

Yeah.

Okay.

- Refrigerate those. - Yes.

Next Sunday, dinner.

- That wasn't a question. - Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, wow.

- She looks beautiful, Bruno. - Thanks to you.

Please. I love working on her.

Madone , the way you talk about this car, I swear you'd marry this car if you could.

All right, all right. In, get in.

She's right. I'd marry the car.

- - I heard that!

Boy, a lot of good memories in there.

Remember my dad with the goddamn hubcaps?

Sucks losing 'em.

Yeah.

Call you tomorrow.

Yeah.

- Yep. -

- - Mi disgusta!

- Where's the oregano? - Roberta, please.

- You call this Italian food? - All right, all right.

- Joe! - Come on, Roberta.

She's attacking me again.

- Roberta, come on. - He calls this spaghetti and meatballs?

- It's deli meat and ketchup! - Hey!

This is good stuff. See?

- Hey! Come on, stop. - Get outta here!

Il diavolo! He's trying to kill me!

I want to kill you.

- Hope the family's good. Nice to see you. - Good to see you, Joe.

- I know what you're gonna say. - What? Stop abusing the chef?

- Abuse? Abuse the chef? - Yeah.

The police are coming. They got an assault charge against you.

Yeah, well, when my foot gets better, he'll see abuse.

- My foot right up his culo . -

Hey, I got something for you.

What?

She wanted to make sure that I got this to you.

I couldn't, Joey. I...

I'm sorry, I...

I just couldn't bring myself to go to her funeral.

I know.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

For 60 years, she was my best friend.

And you were hers.

You know, you just can't say goodbye to someone after 60 years.

It's just not possible.

She knew I loved this pin.

Come on, let's make-- Put it on.

Be nice.

That's good.

I think it looks nice. Hmm?

Oh. Wait a minute.

I almost forgot.

It's a letter from your mom.

That's nice.

You'll know when you're ready.

And you'll open it then.

Thank you.

"One does not grow old at the table."

Hey, there he is!

The legend returns!

From the look of the outside, it's probably just a battery line.

Should be a pretty quick fix this morning.

Are you trying to make the bus bad?

- It looks good. - What is going on?

Better punch in quick. Boss has been on the warpath.

Good to know nothing's changed.

- What's that? Smells good. - Something I brought for the break room.

My nonna's polpette, or as close as I could possibly get to it.

Anyway, thanks for coming last week. I appreciate you guys.

Hey, no matter how old you are, there's nothing worse than losing your ma.

Hi, Mr. McClane. Good morning.

- Good to see you. - Joe! Good to see you.

Got worried when you took so many vacation days.

- Thought you'd never come back. - No, that would never happen.

Good to be back. And, um...

Gosh, thank you so much for remembering me with the fruit basket.

- You got it. - Tangerines and stuff. Thank you for that.

Of course. I lost my cat last year, so I understand the grieving process.

It's the least I could do.

Sorry about your cat. I didn't know.

Break's over.

Okay.

- Okay. - Thank you again.

Joe, when I said Sunday dinner, I didn't mean for you to cook for us.

Oh, stop it. I love having you guys here.

Okay. This is my nonna's. It's a homemade pasta.

It's got pork cheek, Pecorino cheese,

and vine-ripened San Marzano tomatoes for the pomodoro sauce.

- Well, I'm impressed. - Since when are you so into cooking?

I don't know. Lately, I've been going through all my ma and nonna's dishes,

the ones that I remember, and just making them one by one.

I've gotten close on a few, but it's my nonna's Sunday gravy.

I really wish I could figure that one out. Anyway...

- Buon appetito. - Well, it looks delicious.

Salute. Let's eat.

Look...

Just... Joe, before we eat,

there is something Bruno and I wanna talk to you about.

She's very worried. I hear about it 50 times a day.

Since your mother's gone, I'm just worried about your future.

I mean, you took care of her for so long, and it was beautiful,

but now it's time for you to take care of you.