MM: "So... I see we lost again?"
Branca: "Yeah boss, I can't believe dis.." Blows cigar
Ninuk: "Boss, the boys did what they could, and we should be more patient with dim!"
MM: "Hmm..."
Branca: "Boss! You ain't gonna listen to dis punk now!"
MM: "Zip it Marco! Your voice is pissin' me off!" Breaks wine glass over Branca's head
Ninuk: "Boss, lookin' at dim Catalans, you could see they prepare their kids and use them in the first team at ages between 17-18 in da first team."
Branca: "I hate dim Catalans!"
MM: "I thought I told you shut it!" Steps on backhand
Branca: "AHHHHHHHH"
MM: "One word, one more word and you'll sleep with da fishes..."
Branca: "A.........."
MM: "Go on, kiddo.."
Ninuk: "Ah... Thank you Mister Massino, listenin' to me like dat!"
MM: "Cut it, and get it over with!"
Ninuk: "If we play em then we can attract lots of attention of other clubs who want em and can sell em for loads of cash!"
MM: "Interesting... go on.."
Ninuk: "Now and din, there will be a gem of a lad who we can keep and lead da boys!"
MM: "I'm really likin' dis..."
Branca: "Boss! No! Don't believe him!"
MM: "That's it! MATERAZZI!!
Materazzi: "Yes Boss?"
MM: *Snaps Fingers*
Branca: "NOOOOOO"
Materazzi: *Two Bullets*
MM: "That was for Jonathan... Maicon heir my ass."