Caterina.
- Huh?
Last night when I come home from
your house, Marty was here with a girl.
- Who?
- Marty.
Your son Marty?
Well, which Marty you think
would be here in this house with a girl?
- Were the lights on?
- Oh, sure.
This girl is a college graduate.
They're the worst. College girls
are one step from the street, I tell you.
My son Joseph's wife,
you know, she type on a typewriter.
One step from the street.
This is the first time
Marty brang home a girl.
She look like a nice girl. You know,
I think Marty has a feeling for this girl.
You heard him sing?
Sing like that all morning.
Well, that's all. You'll see.
Today, tomorrow, in a week,
he's gonna say to you
"Hey, Ma, I'm tired of running around.
It's no good to be a single man."
Then he's gonna say to you "Hey, Ma.
Why we need this old house?"
"Why don't we sell this old house
and move in a nicer part of town?"
"Nice little apartment."
I don't sell this house, I tell you that.
This is my husband's house.
I had six children in this house.
You'll see.
In a couple of months you gonna be
an old lady sleeping on a couch
- in your daughter-in-law's house.
- Ah, Caterina!
Where you go, rain go!
Someday you gonna smile,
we gonna have a big holiday.
Hey, Ma. What do you say, Ma?
It's gettin' a little late, huh?
Sure.
Boy, this place is really comin' to pieces.
Ma, I think we oughta sell this place.
The whole joint's goin' to pieces.
Plumbing's rusty, everything. Now I'm
gonna have to replaster this whole place.
You know what we oughta do, Ma?
Get one of those new apartments
they're buildin' on Southern Boulevard.
A nicer part of town, you know?
- You all set, Ma?
- I'm set.
- Goodbye, Aunt Catherine.
- Goodbye.
We got a couple of minutes yet.
- Hi, Marty.
- Hi.
Ma, fix your coat.
Hey, Marty, we're gonna sit in the back on
account of the baby. See you afterwards.
That was a nice-looking girl
last night, huh?
She wasn't a very good-looking girl,
but she look like a nice girl.
I said she wasn't
a very good-looking girl, not pretty.
I heard you, Ma.
She look a little bit old for you.
About 35, 40 years old.
She's 29, Ma.
She's more than 29 years old.
That's what she tells you.
Buongiorno. Che bella giornata.
La messa comincia fra poco.
She looked 35, 40 years old.
She don't look like Italian girl.
- I say, is she Italian girl?
- I don't know. I don't think so, Ma.
She don't look like Italian to me.
What family she comes from?
I don't know.
Something about her I... I don't like.
It's funny. The first time you meet the girl,
she comes to your empty house alone.
These college girls,
they all one step from the street.
What are you talkin' about?
She's a nice girl.
She don't look Italian to me.
- I don't like her.
- You only met her for two minutes.
- Don't bring her home no more.
- What didn't you like about her?
I don't know. She don't look like Italian
to me. Plenty nice Italian girls around.
Let's not fight about it.
Why are you gettin' so worked up?
I only met her last night.
Probably not gonna
see her again anyhow.
Come on.
- Hello, Lou.
- Hiya, Marty.
- Hi, Ralph.
- Hiya, Marty.
Lou, let me have a Coke, will ya?
Marty, I hear you really got stuck
with a dog last night.
- Who told you that?
- Angie. Said she was scrawny-looking.
She wasn't so bad.
- Was Angie here already?
- He was here last night till about two.
Oh.
Hey, Ralph, how'd you make out
with those nurses last night?
Oh, Marty. Man, didn't I tell ya?
You know that one that was for you,
the one in the back?
We went over to Leo's house, you know?
So she got loaded drunk.
You should have seen what she was doin'.
Even the people downstairs
started bangin' on the walls.
So in the middle of the whole thing
the landlord comes in.
These crazy girls
are runnin' around drunk.
So we gotta get rid of her
because of the landlord.
So Leo's talkin' to the landlord while we're
tryin' to get this crazy