Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda.
Hmm? You think you're cool, right? Hmm? Hmm?
When you kicked out people out of the house.
I tell you this, one of three Americans is dying out of cancer.
You know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those.
I didn't have the courage to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that.
I could, you know?
You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hmm? Asshole.
And if I ever see your fucking face around, in Europe or Italy
Well, I'll—that time I'm gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you. Fucking Americans. Yankee.
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.
Deep pain. No one did what you did to me.
You wanna know something? Fuck you.
I want your balls mashed. Eat shit. Bastard.
Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana.
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.
Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai. A sucare cazzi su un aereo.