We're at a cap at a nice restaurant like this.

That's one of the things I hated most when I had my restaurant.

It's values today.

Standards are crumbling.

I would have killed his coach to stick around until my kid graduates.

Then let him stay four years for Chiara.

That burns my ass.

Where you going?

Take your hat off.

Excuse me?

They don't sell hot dogs here.

They took the bleachers out two years ago.

It's my hat.

I'll wear it where I want.

How you doing?

Thank you.

Look at him.

Douchebag.

Good for you.

Send him a bottle of Montepulciano.

Get the license plate of these two guys sitting behind Artie.

Get them out there to do it.

They look like cops.