Tony
I got verra special reason.
Father McKee
What reason?
Tony
Don’ you never mind! Da’s my secret dat I don’ tell nobody. You tell Joe he go away quick, Padre. Den, maybe, ees all right.
Father McKee
So that’s it! Well, I don’t blame you for that.
Tony
[Deeply indignant at the implication]: Oh! . . . No, by God! . . . You don’ ondrastan’, Padre. Joe is like my own son to me! Ees som’thing verre different. Madonna mia! Ees som’thing I been doin’ myself. Ees som’thing Tony’s been doin’ w’at’s goin’ mak’ verra bad trouble for Tony.
Father McKee
I’ll tell Joe nothin’. You’ve made your own bed and if you won’t get off it while there’s time, you got to lie on it. But I want you to understand that I don’t like nothin’ ’bout this here weddin’. It ain’t got my approval.
