"Wit' all due respect, the heads of your big fucked up family don't do organized crime." Remy paused. "Much. Anymore."
"Dat is a fun one. Glad de Latin wore off on me," Remy chuckled. "In those joints, everyone ends up smelling like everyone. But yes, maybe we had a peu too much fun..."
"It's Italy, you'll dry out by the time we find de place."