You’ve reached the voicemail of Tony Soprano. What, do you think I give two ganools if you leave a message? BEEP
Tony, it’s me, the desperate mother. You remember that little situation about the primary school waiting list that I wanted you to take care of? Well, fuhgetaboutit, capeesh? We got the place. And there’s something about clipping kids that feels wrong… Ciao and grazie.
