As he lies dying, an old Italian mafia don calls his grandson to his bed. "Grandson," he says, "I wanna you lissina me. I wanna you to take my chrome-plated .38 revolver so you will always remember me."
"Buta grandpa," protests the boy, "I really don't like guns. How about you leava me your Rolex watch instead?"
"You lissina me," says the don. "Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big home and maybe a couple of bambinos. Somma day you gonna coma home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. Whatta you gonna do then ... pointa your watch and say, 'Time's up'?"
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