- When you say "near the airport"...? - Point 48 miles.

- All right. When do we get there? - 223o hours.

- When is that in human time? - 1 o:3o.

- Say you had to walk it. - With that injured individual?

- I can't give you a precise figure. - Make a guess.

- Twenty-one minutes. - Thank you.

This isn't my usual route. My husband's in intensive care.

- You're gonna even that out, aren't you? - Mind your own business.

What'd he say?

His estimate, which I accept, gets us to the terminal at nine minutes of 11.

Nine minutes? We'll have 9 months... Minutes?

How come I've heard that name "Lombino" before?

You remember this guy.

He shot out his brother's eyeball over a plate of Fra Diavolo sauce at Umberto's.

I can't believe our luck, to walk into his place, all unsuspecting.

His place?

You've walked into his places all unsuspecting many, many times.

He owns restaurants, bars, supermarkets.

The man owns preschools in this town.

Do you work for the clown or does he work for you?