The performer speaks in a bad imitation of an Italian accent with her back towards the audience.
I believe in America. America’s I make-a my fortune. I raise my daughter in the American fashion. I gave her freedom, but I taught her never to dishonor her family.
Del Vecchio and sons. I mean…Del Vecchio and Recine? May I help you? I mean…Hi dad.
She sings. O mio babbino caro.
I never ask you about your business because you never ask me about mine. I wish you would ask me about mine. You have a sentimental weakness for your children and you spoil us. We talk when we should listen.
She hangs up the phone.
The phone rings and she answers it.
As Kay: Michael, is it true?
As Michael: Don't ask me about my business, Kay.
As Kay: Is it true?
As Michael: Don't ask me about my business.
She slams her hand on the desk.
Alright. This one time, this one time I'll let you ask
me about my affairs...
As Kay: Is it true? Is it?
Beat.
As Michael: No.
She hangs up the phone.
Unbuttoning her shirt. I waltzed in here with my big olive voice and guinea charms…well WASP/Ukrainian/Italian American charms…
She sings: Mi struggo and mi tormento! O Dio! Vorrei morrir.
And I was the greatest piece of ass you’ve ever had. And you’ve had them all over the world.
She sings: Babbo, pietà, pietà! Babbo, pietà, pieta!