An old Mafia don lies sick on his death bed, his family gathered around. The old man lifts his head, and turns to his 12-year-old grandson:
“Vinny, my-a boy, I’m a die. I givva you my-a pearl-handled .38 revolver.”
Vinny, never shy, says, “Thank you, grandfatherÂ but I’d rather have your Rolex watch.”
The old man lies quiet for a moment.
“Vinny, youa good-a-lookin-a boy. Somma day you grow up, havva lotta money, marry you a beautiful-a girl. You havva lotta beautiful-a children like-a me. You-a big-a man in-a Organization, you know? Then one-a day you comma home, you finda you wife, she-a sleepin’ in-a you bed with another-a man.
“So what-a you-a gonna do?
“Looka at-a you watch and say, ‘Time’s-a up???”