though, huh? new blood.
- new blood.
- salud.
sure, we break
some balls here tonight,
but i go way back.
and in light
of recent humiliations,
it's a honor
to be joined by men
and nofaggot-ass
corn-holing cocksuckers
like married my cousin.
- he should fuckin' die!
- phil, relax.
- whoa whoa whoa, phil.
- take it easy.
phil, you know the wine
makes you emotional.
'cause i got
an empty fuckin' stomach.
- so have a breadstick.
- 45 minutes for some grilled eggplant?
jesus christ, is there nothing
without this complaining?
you didn't notice? artie's
game is a little off lately.
well, carmela sent her
branzino back sunday night,
but she loves
to do that.
gentlemen, how's everything so far?
- fantastic.
- delicious.
the delay--
a thousand pardons.
i'm breaking in
a new guy on the line.
you seem set
for antipasto.
i gotta be honest-- new guy
in the kitchen aside,
i mean, how come we're waiting?
it seems empty out there.
people like to get in
that last barbecue.
artie, you been to this "da
giovanni" up by troy hills?
- no, i haven't been.
- supposed to be incredible.
- he's a kid, right?
- i hate fish,
but his,
with the agrodolce...
i'll check it out.
- ah, buon appetito.
- about time.
fuckin' phil.
some display, huh?
paid a visit
to vito's goomah, jill.
she still hasn't heard
from vito.
- we were just discussin'
"la cage aux fat."
i was gonna get my cousin tommy
to call his detective friend.
i've been hamstrung with that
work stoppage at the office park.
vito shows up-- he shows up,
then we deal with him. if not...
it's just a phone call.
and seriously,
tommy says the guy can track
somebody from the corn in his shit.
yeah, i saw them
do that on "csi."
- good night.
- bye, sack.
- bye now.
- good night, kid.
hey, i was glad to hear you
say that about the search,
'cause i gotta take a little time
off for some business in cali.
little carmine's lined
up a meet in l.a. for us.
so, what is it,
business or time off?
time off from here,
but definite business.
with ben kingsley, ton'.
so you're gonna go
get an autograph
on the weekend of the
notre dame-michigan game?
i got my guys all over it.
little carmine says
if we attach ben kingsley,
the picture's a go.
little carmine?
it's common knowledge
the guy's retarded.
i don't get it. you agreed
to this in the hospital.
christopher,
i was in a coma.
okay, fine.
i'll call little carmine,
call the airline, cancel.
i'll probably
still reach someone.
what am i gonna do
with you?
make a lot of money.
all right.
what the fuck
is this idiot doing?
no speak english.
...brooklyn.
ho, pal. move your car. we're late.
move el automobile.
rusty! don't forget
to call marissa.
- hurry up. let me see.
- oh, yes.
- museum...
- eastern parkway.
eastern parkway,
not the belt parkway.
so i'm trying to eject the
dvd and the kids are freaking,
- "what's wrong
with that lady, daddy?"
- and carrie says--
- how's the scaloppini?
uh, it's delicious.
thanks.
it all depends on slicing
the veal very thin.
my way--
i like to chill it down
a degree or two
and then i pull a straight
razor right across it.
your father could cook.
he told me when you were in
here last. 75th birthday, right?
in the navy.
- what's that?
in the navy,
he cooked.
terrific guy.
great head of hair.
- you enjoy.
- mmm.
save room. i'll be back
with dessert specials.
ho, benny,
moe and jack.
how's the bruschett'?
you got a quorum.
let me get you a table.
you guys go ahead. i'm
gonna stay right here.
my best customer, but he's
nailed to this fuckin' spot.
it's either the wine
or the view.
such a sweet kid.
you know, she told charmaine
that back in albania
her whole family
got blown up
waiting on line
for an oil change.
the shit she's been
through, we just had to help.
i even called in a favor
with my cousin in manhattan,
got her