 Tell us what you learned at Mr. Marchetti's today, Guglielmo. Alfonso, could you pass the sopressada? You want to eat soup? I don't think that's going to taste very good. Guglielmo, could you take a message from me to Mr. Marchetti's tomorrow? Sure, Mother. Not soap, Alfonso. Sopressada. The salami. Oh, here you go. Thanks. Guglielmo! Your poor fingers. What on earth happened?