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a working visa,
started on the green card.
martina,
come do some hosting.
- hi.
- hi.
- what's up?
- this is your cheering section over here.
- hello, benny.
- you got the reservations squared away?
it's very few
right now.
football season.
i could watch her
walk away all night.
good, 'cause like most girls with
you, that's what she's gonna do.
ah, to be young and single
again like these two,
- huh, benito?
- ahh.
i can put the credit card
numbers on actual plastic
for an extra five bills.
we do internet strictly.
mmm, the gnocchi!
i'll take your word. it's a
little too rich for my stomach.
it's okay.
just a bite.
i think it's
a lamb ragu
with just a scoop
of cold rigott'.
- holy shit.
- it's also fresh. that fish witpistachios?
i feel like a traitor.
vesuvio, lately,
it's depressing somehow.
maybe they need to remodel
or something. i don't know.
that menu is so tired.
- hey, homo junior!
- leave me the fuck alone!
get-- stop it!
mom, they're hurting vito!
- stop it!
- where are your parents?
i guess she can't hide
her face at home.
it'd be like admitting
there was something wrong.
i should have brought
a pair of sweatpants
to change into.
i'm gonna explode.
apparently,
there is still a veal loin
yet to be unveiled.
please, don't get up.
- congratulations.
- thank you.
that kid,
i'm tellin' you...
- thank you.
- ...he was so handsome in that church.
the name he took, "francis"--
after my pop.
no restaurants in brooklyn? you
gotta come all the way to jersey?
this food-- it's worth a
detour. why? is there a problem?
artie's a friend of mine, you know?
i like to throw him some business.
talk to you a minute?
visited with john.
he said to tell you he
appreciates the recent headlines.
- rusty.
- i don't know what you're talkin' about.
i turned him down
on that.
madonn', you're
a cautious man.
you know, some people might
feel a little offended.
me-- my heart
is an open book.
anyway, rusty's gone
and we'll chalk it up
to the headless horseman.
giovanni.
bravo!
martina was just
tellin' me
that in montenegro
i'd be the tallest guy.
another fun fact
from the balkans.
ben, are you up
for dessert?
no, i'm all set here.
thanks.
martina, sweetheart,
can i talk to you
for a second?
what is it, artie?
you're looking at me
very serious.
you remember i had
that friend in manhattan
that was gonna help speed you
through the green card process?
apparently,
it's not happening.
- why?
- too much on his plate, he said.
i guess you're just gonna have
to do it yourself. i'm sorry.
all those forms.
shit me.
i wish i could help you,
but really,
it's a small inconvenience compared
to living in freedom, right?
yes, i know this.
get him another 'buca.
hey, tony.
you could fuck her,
you know?
well...
i'm not 100%
in that department,
but i'm startin'
to feel the old pressure.
it's funny, 'cause guys
like me, we come here,
we get drunk
and stare.
best-case scenario, we go in
the back room, we get a lap dance
a dry hump and pfft--
blow in our pants.
listen, you wanna fuck her so bad,
i'm sure it could be worked out.
nah, i couldn't.
but you...
well, what do you
want me to say?
nothing.
it's just a fact.
if i knew you were gonna
be in such a pissy mood--
gabriella dante and rosalie
aprile came in for lunch yesterday.
so what, you wanna fuck
one of them now?
no.
gab said you all went and had
a meal at da giovanni on sunday.
well, i was gonna
tell you.
it was phil's grandson's
confirmation. it's a pain in the ass.
what are you gonna do?
you gotta eat.
it's nothing' special,
believe me.
actually, carm got a little sick
after. too much oil, she thought.
gab said
i should check it out,
like i could learn
something.
well, she runs her mouth,
that one.
fuck her.
carm got sick.
nice touch.
it was a business
obligation, artie.
uh-oh. last time i heard that,
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