"Fuckin' Seacaucus little league bro! Wha' chu know 'bout it??? Fuck yeah, bro. These blowouts are
aggresssssive, haha yeah!!! Let's get some god damn skankkkkks tonight broseph!"
"Ey yo, Anthony! Fredo! Shut the fuck up!! What did I tell you bout takin' the Lord's name in vain??!??? Shut ya freakin pieholes and eat ya ziti, dad's got some game film to watch!!!! Gotta check out thesa buncha whackos from Miami, gonna be a tough fucking game tonight!!!"
Fredo: "Mind ya own damn business, pops. It's your fault we gotta be the only little guido kids in Ontario. You think im playin that hockey bullshit??? Hell no!!! You think I'm gonna wear a helmet and deprive the ladies of this sweet blowout?"
Anthony: "Yeah pops, fo' real. I start 6th grade next year, and you know I gotta step with that strong tan for the skanks!"
Kapono: "You two little goombah's better watch yo damn mouths!!! Or I'm gonna shove this three point trophy straight up your asses!!! Little brats!!!"
Andrea Bargnani: "Howsa my two favorito little meatballs????!!!!!???"
Guido Kids: "Uncle Andrea!!!!"
Andrea: "Hey everybody, nothing cures family strife like a nice bottella de chianti!!!"
Anthony: "Fuck that bro, back home in hoboken we only crushed heinees. I ain't drinkin that soft shit."
Andrea: "I need to teach youz kids to have respect of your heritage. Get into my car and I will wisk you away on a magical journey . . ."
Kapono: "Fuckin' a bro."
Fredo: [whispering] "Yo pops, these rims are fucking bullshit!!! Can you believe this? Haha this shit would never fly on strong island!!"
Andrea: "Heresa we goooooooo . . . . . . !!!!!!!!! "
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . .