Ma!... Ma!... come on Ma... speak to me.
There's no 'Ma' here for you no more, you coward!
You can't fool me... I know why you don't move back in here.
You're running scared of some Triads!
Your father, God rest his soul, wouldn't let no one run him out of his own home.
But Ma!
But unlike you, your father wasn't yellow!
Until the Triads show you some respect, you're no son of mine!
A daughter maybe, but not a son.
This is Toni Cipriani kicking your asses!
Remember that name fish heads!