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An old Italian mobster is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside.

"Vincenzo, I wan you lissina me. I wan you to take-a my chrome plated
.38 revolver so you will always remember me."

"But Grandpa, I really don't like guns. How about you leave me your
Rolex watch instead?"

"You lissina me, boy. Somma day you gonna be run-a da business,
you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home and maybe
a couple bambinos. Somma day you gonna come-a home and maybe
finda you wife inna bed-a with another man."

Gasping for breath, he continued, "Whatta you gonna do then-a Vincenzo?
Point-a to you watch and say, Time's Up?"