- Checco, your mother... - ... I'll call her later.
- The white dwarf star is at its last stage of evolution.
And it has not enough force to fight against gravity,
and collapse on itself. And it happens that...
- It happens that?
- .. . that they are back together, this is what that happens.
- They are back together!
- But who?
- Who?
- ... They are back together...
... and I didn't know anything about it...
Do you know what that means for my little town?
Hey, guys!
How can you be so arid?
Me, here. I lost all of this...
Motherland Italy was starting to make me feeling her call.
Hey Inge! This language is unnecessarily complex.
I can translate all these sentences in Italian with a single world, 2 letters.
- How was your job interview? How you can answer?
Come on, what about a discount?
If I catch you, there will be troubles!
I am quite satisfied about how it has gone.
And so, at this stage, I think it's useless with the lessons.
- Hey guys, my house is overfilled! Bring them back home!
- Come on, take them!
- It's only when we lose something that we start to understand their value.
Got it, madam? I didn't want to sneak into the cue!
Since I have only one bottle and you have the full cart,
than us, in Italy, we allow people to sneak in!
Because we are not uncivilized! We are polite! We are polite!
- Checco, let's go! Let's go!
- Keep eating, that you are worn! (in his original town dialect, funny)
- So, let me understand. You came in Italy, you tasted our kitchen,
and than you thought to open an italian restaurant, here.
- Yes! - And, listen, how do you cook these spaghetti?
- Easy! Take the water,
put the pasta
light up the fire...
30 minutes!
- Me, instead, I let the water boil first! Think how I am an asshole!
- Do you want something else after?
- Yes, a screwdriver and a ladder. - What?
- What is he doing???? - Calm, don't worry!
- Go fuck yourself!
- You cannot write ITALIAN in vane!!
VIKING! You are a VIKING!
- What the fuck he is doing??? - Checco, please, stop!!
- Sorry but, I need it. - Only once than you promise...
- What the fuck are you doing!? - What the fuck are you honking!!
- I am italian!
- Don't you think it is wonderful?
- Yes, Bergen in nightime is wonderful.
- No, I mean the car double parked.
Its natural position... That's the way the are supposed to be.
- But now it is enough. Go down and move it.
- Nah, I like it like that.
- But tomorrow you will move it, promise?
Come on, let's go to sleep, it is night.
- Also this morning was night.