Baretta: Bury the hatchet feast, the likes of which very few individuals on this planet have ever partaken thereof.
Sandra: Well Mr. Baretta, I trust that with a lady of my caliber and breeding, you would come up with at least, Escargot Provencale.
Baretta: Sounds like a foot disease, hahaha....
Sandra: Hey how did you know? I've had meatball sandwiches every birthday in my life.
Baretta: WHAT! Are you Autralian?
Sandra: I'm half Italian.
Baretta: Show me the Italian half.