♪ Have you ever loved a woman ♪
♪ So much you tremble in pain? ♪
♪ Yes! Have you ever loved a woman ♪
♪ So much you tremble in pain? ♪
[sizzling]
♪ Yes! ♪
♪ All the time you know ♪
♪ She bears another man's name ♪
♪ You just love that woman ♪
♪ So much it's a shame and a sin ♪
♪ Yes! You just love that woman… ♪
[knocks]
[thunder rumbles]
[in Italian] Like in Florence?
[in English] Yes.
-Wait. -But different.
[rain pattering]
Mmm!
Are you kidding me?
And to think I've been living off of tomato sandwiches
for the past year and a half to afford that damn phone bill.
I can't believe you're here.
Mm.
[in Italian] Damn, that's really good.
[Amy] Mmm.
[in English] Are you writing about me?
No.
[in Italian] I'm writing about the other love of my life.
[in English] You better be talking about food.
[chuckles] It's this recipe I made.
To make the flavor more complex, I added la ricotta salata.
I want to remember that for when I open my own restaurant someday.
["Have You Ever Loved a Woman" by Freddie King continues playing]
I can never get over how much you love the blues.
I found blues when I was thinking about leaving home for school.
I knew it would cause a rift in my family.
Music helped.
But you talk to your parents on the phone all the time.
[in Italian] No, I only talk to my mom and sister. That's it.
Not your father?
-No, I don't talk to my father. -Oh.
Let's just say…
We are different.
You're so beautiful.
-[Amy laughs] -[knock on door]
-[Amy in English] Sorry! -[exhales]
[Amy sighs]
[in Italian] As thin as cardboard, these walls.
-[Amy in English] I know. -[sighs]
So nice of your sister to let us stay with her,
but, please, can you go for a walk sometime? Zora, I beg you--
Sorry!
-No. [chuckles] -I was joking. I was joking.
♪ Won't let you Wreck your best friend's home ♪
[vocalizes]
[Zora] What the hell did y'all do with my Diet Dr. Pepper?
Oh, um, your Medico Pepper is not essential,
so it's here below the sink.
Doctor. Dr. Pepper. And I'm from Texas.
Don't be telling me what's essential,
especially not before teaching seven-year-olds.
Now, where the hell is the construction paper?
[Lino] It's for the workflow.
The cooking essentials should be on the right of the stove.
-[Amy] Looking for this? -[Zora sighs]
It was in the hall closet.
Oh, boy. Every year, with the fuckin' finger turkeys.
I need coffee.
[Lino] Uh, yes. Yes, your coffee is here next to the sink.
Now there's logic.
I don't want logic. I want my coffee cups where they were.
-[Amy] Here, baby. -[exhales]
[quietly] Okay.
[Zora] Hmm.
Z, what is this?
Ah, it's Mom's way of sending an RSVP for Thanksgiving.
Apparently, she thinks she can't find her hippie food in Southern California.
Or a kente tablecloth.
Who the hell travels with a kente tablecloth?
-Your mama. -[Amy chuckles]
-[in Italian] My mother is one of a kind. -[Zora] Hmm.
[in English] It's what?
Ten years since she and Dad had Thanksgiving together?
Twelve.
-[scoffs] It's gonna be interesting. -[Amy] Oh.
Your father ate real food in Italy. This is not food.
Our parents are diametric opposites.
[Lino] To be with your parents all together for a meal…
[exhales] This is a very big thing for us Sicilians.
-Really? -Yes.
Yes, it took eight years for my parents to meet my sister's fiancé,
and it was only after they approved the engagement.
-Eight years. -Yes.
That's some serious slow play.
Knock 'em dead today, Amahle. Pow.
Thank you.
-Ciao! -[Zora] Bye!
[door closes]
-Hey. -Hmm?
-You're going to be great. I know it. -[sighs]
You're going to nail this interview.
Thank you.
It would be good if I had a new job by the time my parents came, you know?
-Yes. -["Have You Ever Loved a Woman" continues]
What?
[sighing] Your parents.
[chuckles] Don't be nervous. It's gonna be great.
-Yes. -[slurps]
Wish me luck.
Mm. Okay. Bye.
Ciao.
[Amy] Have a great day at work.
[door opens, closes]
[exhales]
[song fades]
[soccer announcer speaking Spanish on radio]
It's not going to get any better by staring at it longer.
How can they serve this?
Because those people out there will eat it.
[in Italian] Shit.
[in Sicilian] What I could do with 20 minutes in this kitchen.
-[in English] If I could just-- -Please.
Your food is too good for this kitchen.
That leftover risotto you brought in? Parce. Mmm!
Thank you, Andreas. I appreciate that.
Yeah, but you better get moving before el jefe sees you holding up an order.
Thank you.
-So, you're the Brown girl? -Excuse me.
You went to Brown?
-Yes, I did, and Georgetown for law. -Ugh! My ex-husband went to Brown.
A little left.
No, not like that.
A little right.
No.
[exhales] Something's off.
It's upside down.
You've got a good eye.
-Well, just by looking at it. You can-- -Never deflect a compliment.
-Sorry. -[woman] Or apologize.
Sorr-- sorry. [chuckles]
I looked up the artists that you represent here at the gallery.
It's very international. I like that angle.
I think it's bold.
[woman] Hmm.
Bold is what I'd call this ensemble of mixed fabrics
you thought suitable to wear to an interview.
You coming?
["Miopia" by Franco126 playing]
Hi. I'm Amy. It's my first day.
[man] Get it out there.
The food is for eating, not looking.
[panting]
[in Sicilian] Mama, I made the risotto with almonds and broccoli.
It's not like yours.
[mother] And how is the work?
You didn't tell me, is it in the town center? Can you walk from--
There is no center here, Mama.
There is no city center here.
No way. Impossible.
[in Italian] Mama, I don't know what to tell you. That's how it is here.
[man in English] Lino, order up!
[door closes]
[typing]
-[gasps] Hi. Hey. -Hey.
Ciao.
I missed you.
I thought we could go grab a drink. Nearby, doesn't have to be super far.
I have big news. Chloe's putting me on the gallery floor.
-Oh! -I mean, I'm answering phones.
But it means that she sees something in me,
and maybe she'll agree to look at my work. What do you think?
-Hmm? -Mm-hmm.
Do you wanna go to that place that you like so much at Sunset Junction?
[Lino sighs]
[in Italian] I'm tired, amore.
[in English] Oh. Just for an hour.
-What do you think? -Uh…
-No. -Oh.
But I'm-- I'm-- I'm super-- super happy and proud of you.
You're on your way.
You are too.
I guess I thought it would be easier to find my way to cook in a kitchen here.
I mean, at home, you get a job because you know people.
Here, I know no one.
-It just takes time, Lino. -[sighs]
[upbeat music playing]
I need a reservation for four at Massimo's at eight o'clock.
-Okay. -[Chloe] Tonight.
Yes, for tonight.
And don't let that snobby little hostess try to stop you.
Use my name and throw around some Italian.
And if that doesn't work, you tell them that their gallery pieces on loan
might just have to come back home to Mamma.
Okay.
Chloe.
-You know the owner, right? At Massimo's? -Of course. He loves me.
Do you think he would wanna interview Lino for a job?
Are you asking me-- me-- to get your boyfriend a job?
An interview.
I mean, since Massimo loves you,
and he would probably be thankful that you brought such a talented,
authentic Italian chef to his attention.
[inhales] Get me the reservation, and we'll talk.
Okay.
[kisses] You got this.
[chuckles]
Good luck!
-[in Italian] You've been here, what? -A month. [laughs]
Just long enough to not get lost on the bus.
Ristorante Vigna Vecchia?
Yes.
A nice little place.
I've heard of it, at least.
[in English] You're working at Mangia Mia.
[chuckles] Yes, I'm trying to support myself in a new country, yes.
[scoffs, in Italian] Eggplant up and down the menu, I bet.
[laughing]
You're Sicilian, right?
-Yes. -Ah.
[in English] Thing is, I'm not looking for any sous chefs right now.
Only line cooks.
Okay.
[in Italian] Uh, that's absolutely no problem.
I'm willing to work my way up.
[in English] Even if I did hire you,
I hope you're not thinking I will sponsor your visa.
You're working under the table right now, I assume?
[chuckles chidingly]
I'd keep your job there. We're a bit more, uh, sophisticated here.
I think this, uh,
Mangia Mia place, it's a better fit for you.
How was it?
-[Lino huffs] -What happened?
-He was never going to hire me. -What?
-Lino, what happened? -Please go. I'm late for work, please go.
-[Amy] What's wrong with him? -[Zora] You tell me.
He was just completely shut down. He wouldn't even look at me.
It's not like him.
How would you know, Amy?
Y'all been honeymooning long distance for 18 months.
Shit is getting real now.
-Oh, girl, I gotta go. -[clicks]
Hey.
You're home early.
Yes. Uh, my shift was… slow.
Mm-hmm. Amy's still at work. So…
What are you doing?
Grading.
The kids made these and wrote what they're most thankful for on 'em.
Everything from mashed potatoes to grandparents to Xbox.
Actually, that might be a kid's Christmas wish list.
-How do you grade this? -Exactly.
-Mostly, I look at penmanship and effort. -Oh.
Gotta give them credit for trying.
Oh, you're a good teacher.
Thanks.
-[sighs] Do you mind if I… -No.
[woman] …for this time of year.
[Lino] It's three days until the European Championship.
I still don't know who Italy's playing.
You have 100 channels,
and not one is devoted to the most important sport in the world.
Don't let my daddy hear you say that.
[turns off TV]
Look, Zora. Um, I just wanted to say sorry.
This week, uh,
it's been very hard for me.
And I'm sure it must be hard for you too with us here.
Anyway, um, sorry, I see you're busy.
I am, and I still got Thanksgiving shopping to do.
Ci penso io. Um, let-- let me do it.
-You sure? -Yes, yes.
It's a long list, Lino.
This is something I can do.
Okay.
Do not forget the coupons. You pay less when you use these.
Okay, so it's cheaper if you give them pictures of the food?
I'm fine, thanks.
Thanks.
Mmm!
[in Italian] Damn, that's good.
Bravo.
[in English] How did you come up with this?
It's a corn dog.
Got you. You won't tell me. Chef's secret. Smart.
[upbeat music playing]
[man] Laila, congratulations.
It's exquisite.
[chattering]
[Amy sighs]
Stunning, isn't it?
[man] Mm. Can't tear my eyes away.
[Amy] He's fluent in Italian.
-Kobe. -Hmm.
He spent most of his childhood in Italy.
Part of what I love about this piece is the many ways it reminds us
of the complexity of identity.
How we're all a prism.
In this case, it's Muslim and American.
The world needs more voices like Laila's.
Shouldn't you be circulating, Amy?
-Yes. -Sorry, Theo, she's learning the ropes.
Really? Hmm.
Well, I'd hang onto her if I were you.
She just sold me this piece.
I'll settle up with Peter.
[laughing]
Not bad.
[exhales] Thank you.
If I ever catch you talking to one of my buyers again without my permission,
you're fired.
-Got it? -Yeah.
[Amy laughs]
-[TV playing] -[man] Hey, Val. What's up, baby?
-Hey! -Hey!
-Hey. -[Zora] Hey.
He's been in there for hours.
Never seen a man this wound up about a dinner.
Bring me back a Diet Dr. Pepper. If you make it out alive.
[food sizzling]
It smells really good.
-Ciao. -Ciao.
What are you doing?
I've been thinking of a different base for tomorrow's lasagne bianche.
I'm sure it's gonna be delicious.
How was the show?
It was fine.
It was more than fine. I sold my first piece. [chuckles]
-A big one. -Great.
But it's not like Chloe's gonna pay me any commission.
She made that perfectly clear.
And I wasn't even intending on selling it. It just-- It was that good.
It was that intrinsic to who the artist is.
-[Lino sighs] -I wish I made art that felt that good.
Like you do, Lino.
[in Italian] You're an artist.
[in English, in Italian accent] I guess I'll get my own Medico Pepper.
[Amy] Fine. I forgot. Sorry. Sorry.
Lino's reinventing Thanksgiving.
Oh, good. 'Cause if there's anything Texans love, it's different shit.
Why are five boxes of corn dogs in here?
[exhales] I'm sorry.
I was unkind to you.
I love you.
I love you too.
I love it.
[exhales]
I look at all the works in the gallery, and then I look at this and…
[sighs]
Hey.
[exhales]
[panting]
[exhales]
I missed you so much.
[exhales]
[sighs]
["You Turn Me On" by Labelle playing]
[Amy sighs]
♪ Every time was new ♪
♪ When I was loving you ♪
♪ And believe me ♪
♪ Ooh… ♪
[panting]
♪ Each time you call my name ♪
-♪ Nobody can do what you can do ♪ -♪ Yeah, yeah! ♪
♪ Yes, yes, you ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Turn me on ♪
-[knocking on door] -[Lino] Yes.
Coming!
Lynn! You're early.
Why would a grown man answer the door without a shirt on?
It's so nice to finally meet you.
-Amy's in the shower. -[Lynn] Mm-hmm. Hmm.
-[in Italian] One moment, please. -[Lynn in English] Yeah.
[huffs]
Uh, where's the tablecloth and the candles I sent?
You better have my seaweed.
Uh, yes.
[Lynn] I don't eat that.
-Or that. -Oh.
I don't eat that.
Is-- is that cheese?
Oh, yes.
Did Amy not tell you I'm vegan? I don't eat meat, butter, or eggs.
Oh. Oh, well, that's not living.
Yeah, well, my doctor would beg to differ.
She says I have the cholesterol levels of a toddler.
I have a homemade vegan loaf. I need you to plate this for me, son.
[Lino] Uh, sure.
Where's Zora, anyway?
Uh, she's at the airport. She's picking up Hershel and Maxine.
[Amy] We would've picked you up,
but you didn't tell anybody you actually arrived two days ago.
Hi, beautiful.
-Hi, Mother. How are you? -[chuckles]
-I'm good. -Ah!
I had to take care of a little business.
-In LA? -Mm-hmm.
Oh! Okay, Mom. This is Lino.
[Lynn] We met.
He can take a little pressure from a strong woman. I'll give him that.
-Are you gonna plate that for me? -Uh, yes. Sure.
-[Hershel] Oh, hey! -Oh, my goodness!
-[Amy] Hi! -Oh, hey, hey!
-Hey, my baby girl! -[laughing]
[Maxine] Hey!
-[groans] Hey. -Hi, Dad.
Hi, Daddy.
-How are you? -[Hershel] I'm good.
-[Maxine] Hey, Amy. -[Amy] Hey.
-How you doing? -You settling in okay?
-Yes, absolutely. -Good.
[clicks tongue] Mm, I see they're still serving liquor on planes.
Well, everyone, welcome to our home.
Yes, welcome to our home.
[Hershel] I had a hell of a time getting this old bird
past those airport rent-a-cops at security.
I told Hershel we can get a turkey here.
And get a California turkey that's been on a juice cleanse?
[laughing]
I brought y'all a Greenberg from Tyler for your first Thanksgiving out here.
[laughing]
[Amy] Well, we're very happy that you guys are all here together.
Including Lino, who made such a beautiful dinner for us all.
[sighs]
[exhales] Happy Thanksgiving.
-Happy Thanksgiving. -Happy Thanksgiving.
[Lynn] Mm-hmm.
[Hershel] The season was over for me when the Texans beat the Cowboys.
-Lino! You find a team over here yet? -[Amy] Dad, Dad, Dad, Lino likes soccer.
-[Hershel] Oh. -[chattering]
[Hershel] So are you, uh, are you still on that starter job? Hmm?
Oh, uh, yes.
It's not been easy for me in this country to--
Well, nothing ever is, son. You just gotta get back on out there.
[Lynn] Uh, all I'm saying, Zora, is that if you ever do meet a man,
let him be chocolate, please.
If ever I do?
-Is it so wrong to want brown grandbabies? -[scoffs]
-You made your choice. -[Amy] Oh, my God.
I still have a shot with Zora.
Things may be different over there in Europe, but here--
You know, speaking of Europe, Lino, I have never been to Sicily.
Do they have something like Thanksgiving over there?
Oh, yes. It's the olive harvest now.
[Hershel] Oh.
Yeah, Lino's family are farmers.
I hope they're organic.
Well, they are. We have our food straight from the land, yes.
It-- it was my mom who taught me to-- to cook with the freshest ingredients,
with the-- the best the earth has to offer.
[Hershel] Mm.
["Never Too Much" by Luther Vandross playing]
-Anybody want some more candied yams? -I'll have a little bit more.
Please, put some on my plate.
-I'll split it with you. -I'll have a little more.
-[Zora] You want some of these? -[Hershel] Yeah, a little of that.
-[Zora] Okay, Hershel? -[Hershel] Yeah!
[Lynn] That's delicious.
[Hershel] I'm just glad Amy came to her senses and got a real job.
-[Zora] Pie, Daddy? -Uh, yeah, baby.
Oh, thanks, baby.
[Hershel] So, um…
[clears throat]
…I heard you had an interview with a real restaurant.
What happened there?
-Dad. -What?
Um,
not all the Italians are friendly to each other.
[Hershel] Son, if I let myself get stopped every time somebody wasn't friendly--
[Lynn] Excuse me, is your family thinking about coming here for Christmas?
His family isn't that close.
Well, what's up with that, son?
-Dad. -[Hershel] Let the man answer.
When I left home,
I walked away from tradition.
And generations of
family farming.
So, my dad is very disappointed with every choice I've ever made.
Leaving home, leaving school.
Having a Black girlfriend?
Yes. American, Black, not Catholic.
[sighs] Pick one.
Well, I have some good news.
I sold my business.
And I put a deposit down on a gorgeous place in Topanga.
I am moving to LA. Surprise!
-[Zora] What? Wh-- -What?
Yes, I wanna be closer to my girls.
I see you're still spending that brother's money.
Oh, look at you. Don't be bitter. [laughs]
Just because Ron's more successful.
What did I get in our divorce?
A wicker lounge chair and a couple of Bobby Womack albums?
-[Hershel] I knew you took those albums. -[Lynn] Yeah, I took 'em.
It's-- it's still Thanksgiving. Can we not?
Here. Just till he gets on his feet.
[Amy] No, Dad. We're fine. We're fine.
Just-- Dad! We don't need this. No, no. We're good.
-It's fine. -Daddy.
With my new job, we're okay. And I know he's gonna--
Sir. [exhales]
[sighs] Um, I think we're just fine.
I came with some savings. I've been working my whole life.
We-- we don't need a hand of charity.
-[Hershel hesitates] -Lino, it's not that.
This is just between me and my daughter. It's-- it's all right.
Amy.
Just take it.
[Amy] Who wants wine? Everybody?
[Hershel sighs]
You should've just left that alone.
[Zora] Hey, did Mom really just say she's moving here?
Please tell me I heard wrong.
Where's Lino?
He left.
-Left? -Mm-hmm. Said he needed some space.
Can you blame him? That was not pretty. Kind of feel bad for him.
-I thought he was driving you crazy. -Oh, he is.
But he loves you, and he's a good guy, Amy.
[sighs]
[horn honks]
Lino.
Wha--
What are you doing out here? It's not safe.
To do what? To walk?
[Amy scoffs]
[Lino] Walking after dinner is normal where I come from.
Why does no one in this city walk?
Wait. It's Thanksgiving.
Everybody's at home with their families, which is where we should be.
That's not my family.
That's not my home. That apartment, this city.
[chuckles] This is not my home.
-[exhales] -Lino.
-Can you just stop? -[huffs]
Just get in the car, okay? I'll take you wherever you wanna go.
I don't know where to go to feel right in this city, Amy.
I have no friends here. I have no family. I get…
[sighs] I get lost most of the days. This…
This city has no center.
It's a big, sprawling mass where I don't know myself.
I have no center.
I made dinner for your entire family. No one ate a thing.
No wonder your dad thinks I can't get work as a chef here.
[Amy] Lino, they were eating food that was meaningful to them. That's okay.
Hey.
Why did you take his money?
[Amy sighs]
He was just being a dad.
Your dad thinks I can't take care of his daughter.
No.
And you taking his money
tells me you think I'm not good enough to make it in America either.
-No. -[sighs]
We were happy in Florence.
I was happy in Florence.
Maybe it was too much to think that we could have that same happiness here too.
[Amy] Lino.
[scoffs]
[Laila] Amy, right?
-Yes, yes, hi. -Hi.
I owe you a thank you.
-I heard you made the sale. -Oh. [sighs]
Yes, I did. Um, I'm a fan.
I-I-I read somewhere that you started out as a painter.
And sculptor and some collage work.
I don't know how you do it.
You-- you move with such ease through all these mediums.
Oh, so you're an artist then?
[sighs] I don't know what I am.
[laughs]
I mean, I'm making work always, but--
but I can't tell if I'm getting closer to finding my true voice
or if I'll even know when I see it.
Well, you sound like me.
It took me forever to find the courage to find my way in this medium… [sighs]
…and to give myself permission to try something new.
I made some terrible pieces along the way.
[clicks tongue] I don't believe you, but…
[both laugh]
-Well, it's all kind of terrible. Until… -Mm-hmm.
Until it isn't. [sighs]
Art is a process. You know, the journey matters too.
And when you love what you're doing, the rough spots are worth it.
[woman] Uh, Laila.
Ah. I'll see you later.
[sighs]
[grunting]
-Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho! -Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[shouting]
Hi. Excuse me. Hi. I'm looking for Lino.
Amy, ¿sí?
-Yes. -Hey! Uh, it was slow. Lino left early.
-Okay. Sorry to interrupt your game. -Technically, it's a match.
-[clattering] -[laughing]
Can I ask you something?
Why do you guys like soccer so much?
[laughing]
It's football. It's home.
Lino.
-Sorry. -[sighs]
-It's the middle of the night. -I made you something.
Hot grits with butter.
Just try it.
[Lino exhales]
-[in Italian] This is polenta. -Sì.
[in English] Polenta in Italy. In Texas, we call 'em grits.
You see, it works in both places.
Like we do.
Mangia.
And then get dressed.
[chattering]
[man speaking Italian on TV]
Quiubo, you guys made it! Italy's up next!
[man] Ciao, hi, guys.
Silvio has family from Sicily.
[in Italian] You're Sicilian? I'm from Castelleone! Near Cefalù.
[Silvio] Yes! My father is Sicilian!
[in English] He's from the mountains.
But I was born and raised in Rome. [chuckles]
Dai, uh, let's-- let's get a Peroni, no?
Sure, sure.
[Silvio] Let's go. Dai, dai, dai!
Ti piace?
[Silvio] Uh, two more beers, huh?
-Du-- dos, dos, due, due, ciao! -[laughing]
[TV announcer speaking Italian]
[Lino in Italian] But where can I find decent coffee?
I don't know.
And La Repubblica? Americans don't understand Italian politics.
[laughs] I don't half understand it myself.
-I don't understand. Cin cin. -Cin cin.
-Cin cin. Cin cin. [laughs] -[Silvio] Cin cin.
[mouths, in English] I love you.
-[Silvio] Two more beers, huh? -[mouths] Ti amo.
-Glad you could come. -Ah, this was a good idea, man.
[Amy] Thank you.
[Silvio] Bye. Bye, Amy.
-Piacere. Grazie. -Ciao.
-[Silvio] Ciao, ciao.
What did Silvio say?
He said it gets better.
[Amy sighs]
-[clicks] -♪ Oh, she may be weary ♪
♪ And young girls, they do get weary… ♪
Where are you going?
Where-- Lino!
♪ But when she gets weary ♪
♪ Try a little tenderness ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah! ♪
♪ Mmm! ♪
♪ You know she's waiting ♪
♪ Just anticipating ♪
♪ For things that she'll never Never, never, never possess ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ But while she's there waiting Without them… ♪
This place is gonna work for us. I know it.
-[Amy] Can I tell you something? -Mm-hmm.
I will never care about soccer.
[chuckles]
But if I have to spend the rest of my life
trying to understand offsides and team chants,
I want it to be with you.
We can do this, Lino.
Let me tell you that in a world where anything can happen
and in a city where there is no center,
I'm your center.
You're my center.
And I know that we have dreams…
[panting]
…but I don't care if we never get to them.
Or if we never go past the block from where we started from.
As long as I'm with you.
-[exhales] No, no, this is my moment. -No, no, no, no, no.
Marry me.
Sì! [laughs]
Sì! Certo che ti sposo!
[shouting]
Bravi! [exclaims]
♪ Gotta, gotta try a little tenderness ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah! You got to rub her gentle, man ♪
♪ Don't, don't bruise her ♪
♪ No, don't squeeze her Don't tease her, never leave her… ♪
[Amy chuckles]
-Let's call your family first. -No.
We should call your family first, amore.
-[exhales] -Come on, I'm happy.
You're happy. And you said it, Italians love a good love story.
And ours is for the ages. Come on.
Okay. Okay.
-It's gonna be okay. -[sighs]
[dialing]
Okay. [laughs]
[line rings]
[telephone ringing]
[in Italian] Hello.
Listen, Dad. I'm calling with good news.
I'm listening.
Amy and I are getting married.
Hello?
Hello, Papa?
I'm here.
[Lino] Say something.
[in Sicilian] It would have been better if I hadn't answered the phone today.
[in Italian] Papa, what are you saying?
[in Sicilian] First you leave home,
leave your family's farm to drop out of school.
And that brought shame to this family.
Then you move to America.
[speaks Sicilian]
And now this girl.
[in Italian] Amy, Papa.
Her name is Amy.
[in Sicilian] An American.
I don't know how much more I can take!
[speaks Sicilian]
[Lino sighs, clicks tongue]
-[in English] He said he has no son. -[Amy gasps]
Lino.
[door opens, closes]
[sighs]