I'll compliment the cook in her native language.

Hey, Bambina, this is stuff is what you call a delish.

That's Italian for good.

Scuse.

Next, dolce.

Tortogni.

What'd she say?

Oh, something about a friend of hers named Tony.

If you could cook like that girl, you'd have to beat the boys off of the club.

Now, Pa, I'm gonna ask her to learn me how to make that vegetable soup.

That stringy stuff with the red gravy was right tasty.

Boy, are you two a couple of rudes.

That there soup is what you call mind-strong, and the stringy stuff is what us Italians call spaghetti.

You Italian now?

I told her I was.

He aims to marry her.

Not to aliens, this kind of clank.

Listen, young lady, you pack your things and you get... over to my house.

Italiana.

Chicken cacciatore.