D'Angelo: He ate his mother.
Schibetta: Get out of here.
D'Angelo: So I heard. He killed her, then chopped off her head and smothered it in onions.
Ortolani: What, no garlic?
D'Angelo: He had his father in the freezer.
Schibetta: Sick fuck. What the fuck is wrong with this country? In the old days, murder was murder. You killed someone, it was business, you sure as Christ didn't eat them.