A recent scene in the office of Jim Webber, owner of Otsego Farms:
INTERCOM: Mr. Webber? This is Jack from Security. We've got a gal named Rachel at the front gate who has asked to see you.
JIM: Rachel? Ummm, name doesn't ring a bell. Plus I'm swamped at the moment. Hang on a sec, will ya? Pause in conversation as he throws a Wii Bowling strike on the 108" LCD flat-screen TV. Tell her I'm too busy Jack. Thanks. Turns toward leather couch. Your turn Ettore.
Ettore from Olmo Dorato steps up and takes the controller in hand.
INTERCOM: Mr Webber? Sorry to bother you again. Rachel says she's up from the Gold Coast in Australia and was stopping by to see you and Immortal.
ETTORE: Un'altra divisione? Lei scherza? Questo succhia!
JIM: Trying to stifle laughter at pissed off look on Ettore's face. Rachel who?? C'mon Jack! We're in the middle of something here. Jump in the golfcart and take her down to the stable to see Immortal if that's what she wants, would you please?
INTERCOM: Yes sir.
JIM: Finally bursts out laughing. Hahaha! I'm kicking your ass Ettore! Calcio il suo asino!
ETTORE: Giusto per ciĆ², nessune razze dallo Capro per lei!
An hour later...
INTERCOM: Mr. Webber? I just wanted to let you know that Foxie has left the premesis.
JIM: Foxie!? Glances at Ettore with shocked look on face. What do you mean Foxie?
INTERCOM: Rachel said you might recognize her better by that name.
JIM: Crestfallen. Uh oh....
ETTORE: Shaking head. Non buono, il mio amico. Non buono.
JIM: Jeez. I've always wanted to see what she looked like....
ETTORE: Controlliamo la telecamera di sicurezza!
JIM: Bingo! Both scamper off to the security room, giggling.