oughta
give 'em a call? I'll take the skinny one.
- She maybe got a date already, Ange.
- What can we lose?
I didn't like her.
I don't feel like callin' her up.
Well, what do you feel like doin' tonight?
I don't know, Ange.
What do you feel like doin'?
We're back to that, huh? I say
"What do you feel like doin' tonight?"
You say back to me "I don't know.
What do you feel like doin'?"
Then we wind up sittin' around your
house with a couple of cans of beer.
I'll tell you what I feel like doin'.
I feel like callin' up this here Mary Feeney.
She likes you.
What makes you say that?
- Man, I could see she likes ya.
- Yeah, sure.
- Call her up.
- You call her up yourself. I don't want to.
Well, how about goin' down 72nd Street?
See what we can find down there?
Ralph says you gotta beat 'em off with
clubs. Boy, you're gettin' to be a real drag!
I been lookin' for a girl
every Saturday night.
I'm 34. I'm just tired of lookin', that's all!
I'd like to find a girl!
Everybody's tellin' me "Get married."
Don't you think I wanna get married?
I want to. Everybody drives me crazy.
I don't wanna wreck your Saturday night.
You go somewhere. I don't wanna go.
Boy, my old lady, too. Every word out of
her mouth: "When you gettin' married?"
My mother, boy, she drives me crazy.
So...
What do you feel like doin' tonight?
I don't know, Ange.
- What do you feel like doin'?
- Hello. Yeah, he's here.
- Marty, your mother's on the phone.
- My mother?
He's comin' now, Mrs Piletti.
- Hey, Marty. I'm goin' home.
- Listen, Ange, come on over about 7.30.
We'll think of somethin'.
Hello, Ma. What's the matter?
Your cousin Thomas and his wife Virginia,
they're here and waitin' to see you.
OK, Ma. I'll be home in two minutes.
Listen, Ma, tell Thomas to stick around.
I wanna see him.
OK. You come on home, huh? OK.
Marty's coming home.
So what happened about this milk bottle
was, my mother-in-law is in the kitchen,
she begins pokin' her head
over my shoulder here and there.
Then she tells me how I waste money, I
can't cook and I'm raisin' my baby wrong.
She got me so nervous
I spilled the milk for the baby.
Tommy, your mother is my sister, but...
So she says "You're spillin' the milk."
She kept talkin' about these drops of milk.
Finally she got me so mad I said "Mama,
you wanna see me really spill milk?"
So I picked up the bottle
and I threw it at the door.
I didn't throw it at her.
That's something she made up.
She tells everybody
I threw a bottle of milk at her.
I didn't throw it anywheres near her.
Anyway, I was sorry,
but she ran out of the house and I...
I don't know what you want me to do, but,
if you want me to, I come and talk to her.
- Well, Aunt Theresa, we...
- Let me tell it, Tommy.
OK.
Aunt Theresa, we want you
to do a very big favour for us.
Sure.
Aunt Theresa, you got this big house here.
You got this big house
just for you and Marty.
I thought Tommy's mother
could come and live with you and Marty.
- Well...
- I talked to Tommy's brother
and I said "You gotta take her for
a couple of years!" And he says "Oh, no!"
- I sound terrible...
- No, Virginia. I know how you feel.
I just can't stand it any more! Every
minute of the day! Do this! Do that!
I don't have ten minutes privacy with
my husband. We can't even have a fight.
We don't have any privacy!
- All right, Ginnie. Don't get so excited.
- She's right, Tommy.
A young husband and wife
should have their own home.
And my sister Caterina, well... she's my
sister, but I must say she's an old goat.
And plenty of time in my life I feel like
throw the milk bottle at her myself.
But I tell you right now, if Caterina wants
to come and live here with Marty and me,
it's all right with me.
That's very nice of you, Aunt Theresa.
- Of course, we gotta ask Marty first.
- Sure, sure.
Sit here. I go in the kitchen
and turn a little fire under the cooking.
That's very nice of you, Aunt Theresa.
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