An old Italian man in Brooklyn is dying. He calls his grandson to his
bedside. "Guido, I wan' you lissina me. I wan' you to take-a my chrome
plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me." "But grandpa, I really
don't like guns. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?" "You
lissina me, boy! Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have
a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home and maybe a couple of bambinos.
Then one-a day you gonna comea home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with
another man. Whatta you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and say,
'Times up!' "