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You mak’ me tire’, Joe. Evra minute talkin’ ’bout Russia. Russia. Tak’ a pinch-a snuff an’ shut up!

Russia’s got the right idea.

Now, listen to me, young man. If you had the energy an’ the reverence for authority and the continence that Tony has, you wouldn’t be carryin’ on ’bout no revolutions in Russia. ’T’ain’t sense. I’ve read a-plenty of your radical literature an’ if you ask me, it’s just plain stupid. I may be a priest an’ I may be a celibate, but that don’t make me no less of a man, An’ no real man ain’t never got no use for carryin’s on. You radicals, Joe, you’re always an’ forever hollerin’ an’ carryin’ on ’bout your rights. How ’bout your duties? There ain’t no one to prevent your doin’ your duties but you ain’t never done ’em in your life.

I’m savin’ my duties for the brotherhood of man.

Dio mio!