Mrs. Tribbiani: Well don't be, because now everything's screwed up. I just want it the way it was. 不需要,因为现在全搞砸了,我只想一起照旧。
Mrs. Tribbiani: Me? I'm fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there'd be no her, and your father would look like Sting. 我?我很好啊,听着,在理想的世界中没有她,你爸也长得和史汀一样帅。
Mrs. Tribbiani: Always yelling, always yelling nothing made him happy, nothing made him happy, not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle, nothing. Now he's happy. I mean, it's nice. He has a hobby. 总是大吼大叫,没能让他开心的,那个小木屋商店,那个愚蠢的瓶中船,没东西能让他开心。但现在他开心了,这样也好,他总算有个嗜好。
Mrs. Tribbiani: Do you remember how your father used to be? 记得你爸以前的模样吗?
Mrs. Tribbiani: Of course I knew! What did you think? Your father is no James Bond. You should've heard some of his cover stories. "I'm sleeping over at my accountant's," I mean, what is that? Please! 我当然知道,你认为呢?,你爸又不是詹姆士邦德,你应该听一听他编造的故事。“我在会计这儿睡”, 那是什么?拜托!
Mrs. Tribbiani: Why did you have to fill your father's head with all that garbage about making things right? Things were fine the way they were! There's chicken in there, put it away. For God's sake, Joey! Really. 你为何要往你爸爸脑袋里灌输一堆“改正错误”的垃圾思想?一切原本就很好。里面有鸡肉,拿去放着,拜托,乔依,真的。
Mrs. Tribbiani: I came to give you this and this. 我拿这个来给你,还有这个。