- Nando Moriconi: [uncovering a plate of spaghetti] What is now? Uh... Maccheroni! Maccheroni, this is stuff for carters! I don't eat Maccheroni, I am American, I am! Red wine. I don't drink red wine. You know that I am American. Americans don't eat Maccheroni. Americans eat marmalade, marmalade. This is stuff for Americans. Yogurt, mustard. That's why the Americans win the Apache. They fight Indians. Americans don't drink red wine, they drink milk. That's why they don't get drunk. Have you ever seen a drunk American? I have never seen a drunk American. Americans are strong! You cannot fight against Americans. Americans eat marmalade. Maccheroni, ah... I destroy you! What you're looking at me for? With that fearless face. You look like a worm to me, Maccheroni. This is stuff for Americans, you see? Yogurt, marmalade, mustard. A little bit of milk. This is stuff that Americans eat, you see? Healthy stuff, satisfying.
- [he puts the American food on a piece of bread, starts eating it, and then spits it out]
- Nando Moriconi: Damn, what a filth! Americans, oh! Maccheroni, you provoked me and I destroy you now! I'm gonna eat you!
- [he starts eating the spaghetti]
- Nando Moriconi: [putting the American food on the floor] This we'll give to the cat. This is for the mouse. This will kill the bedbugs. And I drink milk.
- [he drinks some wine]
- Nando Moriconi: I'm American! Worm, I'm gonna eat you!
- [he eats some more spaghetti]