At the beginning of Roth's birthday party scene in Havana, Michael's bodyguard is leaning against the balcony railing, suddenly looks up, takes off his hat and brushes it. A bird shit on it.
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.
