[TONY, spoken]
Ma che brutta sorte! Ma che specie di medico è? Sono incarcerato! Maledetto dottore! Hey! Dottore! What the hell you say? Twelve weeks?

[DOC, spoken]
Twelve weeks. 

[TONY, spoken]
Twelve weeks. Ma che brutta sorte! Ma che—

[THREE BIDDIES, spoken]
Good morning, Tony. 

[TONY, spoken]
Good mornin'? It's a son-of-a-bi— mornin'! He says I'm-a gotta sit in this wheelchair for twelve weeks. Twelve damn long weeks! A ci picchia! Caspita! Orrore! Maledetto dottore! Hey, Dottore! I'm-a don't care. Twelve weeks in the chair. Come on, hurry up. Gimme the medicine, gimme the pills! Hurry up, hurry up, quick!

[DOC, spoken]
Easy, now. Easy, Tony! Easy.