From Enrico's Opera
"this food is for the contest.
don't touch these bags!"
what contest: asked the handsome fella.
the contest for a million dollars!
sum ole gezza, gonna give a million dollars
to the person who fixes his
" great, great, great grand daddies
recipe." we want the contract to build those
thing-ah-more-call-it's, and this crazy fool
wants sumbody to fix his ole pap's
food, and he's gonna
give way a million bucks!"
so don't touch the bags in the
freezer, and the ones in the pantry
and the bags under the kitchen table.
tell everybody, this kitchen
is mine foir the next six day's!"
"and tell Enrica that we gonna go to
the Opera, so get the tickets, and
if he say's the right thing, he might
find himself lucky. So book a room, and
don't be cheap when it comes to bubbly,
the talk of money got my hps warm!"
don't let him use you Ms. Getchagrub ,
men these days just want
sum choockie-mane, and that's all,
it's hard finding a good man,
expecally one that wants you too!"
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