Originally posted by Carol Gino:
He did tell a story of meeting a few gangsters (who later wound up falling out a window)...
I do know that whenever we were in Italy, everyone spoke to Mario in Italian because he walked around looking ominous, chewing on his long black cigar, and no one ever knew he couldn't speak Italian and hardly understood it. He just nodded slowly and stared at them. 
I can't stop laughing at this....Jesus, he must've had nerves of steel not to laugh out loud while he's listening to those people.
