Carbone to his wife.
Q. "Ya stayin' outta trouble?"

("I'm stirrin' it, I'm stirrin' it..." was Michael, not Louis.)

Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu,
E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu...
E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu
Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.