please go outside
because I gotta put on my clothes.
All right. So what are you
gettin' so sore about?
Marty? Please excuse what I say.
OK, Ma.
- Don't you think I feel lousy about it, too?
- I don't wanna talk any more about it.
I don't think I got an hour's sleep
the whole night.
Last night was the first time
I ever heard my mother cry.
- Tommy, I...
- I don't wanna talk about it.
I know what you're gonna say. A man's
gotta stop bein' his mother's baby.
She's my mother.
I have some feelin' about her.
- Why am I always made to be the louse?
- I don't wanna talk about it!
Look, Tommy... Tommy, I love you
and I know you feel lousy right now,
but we'll never be happy unless we have
a chance to work out our own lives.
We can't keep talkin' in whispers the rest
of our lives. We gotta have some privacy.
Ma! Can't you wait five minutes?
I'll drive you over.
- I just gotta put on a shirt.
- Go to mass.
I got time to go to mass.
I'll go to 11 o'clock mass.
Let me drive you over, will you, Ma?
Thomas, leave me alone.
All right, get dressed because
we're gonna drive my mother over.
Why couldn't you get along with her,
make an effort?
She's hard to get along with.
All I asked you was to try!
- Tommy...
- I don't wanna hear any more about it!
Hello, Aunt Theresa.
Hello, Tommy. How you feel?
Ah, my mother... drives me crazy. I had
to beg her to let me drive her over here.
- Oh.
- She's always gotta be the big martyr.
Please, go to mass, huh?
This one, he wake up this morning
with salt in his nose. Do this! Do that!
Please leave me alone, huh?
- Hello, Thomas.
- Hiya.
Hello, Aunt Catherine.
You gonna go to mass with us?
- I was to mass two hours ago.
- Oh, good.
Make yourself at home.
The refrigerator's loaded.
You go upstairs, take any room
you want, OK?
Thomas!
- You want a cup of coffee?
- Ah.
Oh, hi, Virginia.
Oh, you brought him over, huh?
Let me hold him for a minute.
Hey, Petey boy. Yeah.
You're sure gettin' fat. You know that?
Yeah. You're bigger
than a leg o' lamb now.
So, Tom, like I was tellin' you
when you was over here,
my boss wants to sell his shop, because
he wants to move out to California.
- What are you so sore about?
- Shut up. Will you do me a favour?
So, Tommy, he does about
$12-1300 gross. The rent's $102.
The problem is the supermarkets.
That's what I wanna ask you.
If I get together with other merchants...
What about the time she wanted
to make dinner, but you wouldn't let her?
- Once a month she can't use the kitchen.
- She could use it any time.
- You had to be the boss.
- She wouldn't use my pots and pans.
- Pots and pans, my foot!
- You want me to buy new pots and pans?
Tommy... Tommy...
Look, just give me a coupla minutes.
I told Mr Otari I'd let him know tomorrow.
You and Virginia can fight any time.
Listen, I wanna know
about individualised mark-ups.
Say I'm the butcher and Aldo Capelli
is the dairyman and the grocer,
but he works on a...
- Do you know what you're talkin' about?
- No, I don't. That's why I'm askin' you!
Why d'you wanna buy a shop?
You got a good job, no wife,
no responsibilities. Boy, I wish I was you.
What do you wanna buy a shop for?
Take the baby, will ya?
If he wants $5,000 down, you'll have
to carry a mortgage: $60, $70 a month.
You're single with no responsibilities.
Stay that way. Take my advice.
Why are you yellin'? He's askin' advice.
Yeah, Tom, but Patsy's shop
is a specialised trade.
- Supermarkets don't carry Italian meat.
- Who buys Italian? Think my wife does?
She goes to the A&P, gets a lamb chop
wrapped in Cellophane, and that's dinner!
- All right.
- I know the problem of the supermarkets,
but I was talkin' to this girl last night...
Look, Marty, will you see
my mother is nice and comfortable?
- Oh, sure. But this girl...
- What girl? What does she know?
Marty, take care of my mother, will ya?
Hey, Ma, get ready,
cos I'll be down in a minute.
- Hey,