It's midnight. The old man is awake, nervously pacing the floor, as his 20-year-old son comes in. "Whatta you mean? You staya out alla night, you runna around widda bums. Whatta you trying to do?" "Papa, don't talk like that," replies the boy. "Who-a you, tella me notta talka like that? You no work, you chase-a bad women, whatta become of you?" "Papa, *please* don't talk like that." "Don'ta talka like that? Whatta you mean? Why shouldn't I talka likka that?" "Papa, we're not Italian."