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And now let's read Luigi's letter as he writes about his adventures in America to his daughter in a worry all the morning, but the while I'm a worrying, I'm a waitin' for the customers coming to my antique shop, but that's not to give me so much to do. So I'm gonna sit down and read some library book. This week I'm gonna took out The Life of a Lincoln, which I'm reading for the 16th time. Come on, mommy, I think I'm gonna spend more time with Mr. Lincoln than Mrs. Lincoln did. And also when I'm not reading, and when there's no customer in the store, I'm just gonna listen to the radio. And lately I'm gonna get a big pleasure from what's called a Dixieland jazz music. Come on, mommy, you never heard the music like this. You never heard the music like this. Trumpet is a scream, McLeanette is a cry, saxophone is a go crazy, drummer is a jump all around. You don't know if you should have danced or called the police. So then before I'm gonna go to my night school, I'm always stopping to my countryman of Pasquale, it's a spaghetti palace. But tonight I'm gonna want the Pasquale to bother me so I'm sure the money is up at the door. So I'm gonna eat near my school. I know Pasquale, he's not gonna like this, so I'm gonna start to sneak out the very slot. Luigi, my friend. Hello, Luigi, hello, hello. Hello, Pasquale. Where you going, a little pumpkin ahead? Not to my restaurant? How you gonna tell Pasquale? I just take a one look at your banana nose. It's not a pointer to my place. Well, but tonight, Pasquale, I'm felt like eating just a little bite in a restaurant near my school. What? Look, Luigi, I brought you here all the way from Italy, 12,000 miles. I watch over you like a baby, and if you're gonna ruin your stomach with a bowl, it's gonna be in my restaurant. Well, Pasquale, thank you, but I've got too much time. You always remind me of a little squirrel, always running around here, there, and everywhere, looking for junk to eat. When right to my restaurant, you got the best of the town. You're so right, Pasquale. Nobody's a server better junk than you. That's the funny thing, when I say it, it's a come out of difference. Oh, come on, Luigi, forget this foolishness coming to my place. You're gonna get your favorite bowl of minestrone, some pizza, spaghetti, and meatballs, a ravioli on the side, a little chicken, a cacciatore, and some granoli, and a coffee. Then you're gonna go to school. Pasquale, if I made all of that, then somebody's gonna carry me to the school. All right, go ahead. See how you like to eat to the stranger place. You think about the rest two hours, they're gonna give you all the attention I give you. You think the weight is gonna fold you napkin and you laugh, butter up your bread for you, and personally blow on your soup until it's getting nice and cold. Just for the one and night, then I promise you. All right, go, go. I'm gonna stop when you eat out. Tony, one thing, if you get a tome and a poison, then don't come crying to me because you're gonna lose your toes. Are you finished with your soup, sir? I'm just a taste-er at the... Don't you care for minestrone? Sure, but what the soup is this? Shall I get you a different plate? Why, there's nothing wrong with a plate. The soup, that's a terrible... No, I'm a no expert, but I'm a no... What the minestrone is supposed to taste like? And what does our minestrone taste like? Well, your minestrone doesn't taste like a minute, doesn't it taste like a strung? It's a taste like... Or is it taste like a hot water that smells the chicken? Well, please, I'm a no like to complain about a no. I'll bring you something else. We have a vegetable soup, a yaki bean soup and a chicken soup. What would you like? I would like a minestrone, but do you know that? Sure, that is minestrone. Read your menu. Please, I'm a kind of fool in my eyes, but my stomach is too smart. Now, look, maybe you can tell me how you was a madman, minestrone. And I'm going to tell you where you was a madman, Mr. Eke. I don't make the soup the chef does, Max. Or the chef? Is Italian, French, Greek or Italian? It so happens the chef was born in Minnesota. Aha, that's the trouble. Minestrone is not a minestrone. But Mr. Maddie, if I was just to go in and tell him how my mom is a macadaminestrone. Look, sir, I've got other tables to wait on. You come in for one plate of soup and I offer you something else. Well, take it, so here's your cheque. Hey, the cashier. That's quite always the right thing. I'm sure to stay where I'm a belong. Hmm, is it 36 cents a foot of soup? Even a price of water has gone up. And what's the right thing on the back of the cheque? If for any reason you are dissatisfied, Pinkleys would appreciate that you complain. Oh, well, at least that's what I'm going to do. Hey, hey, wait. Yes, what is it now? Please, I'm going to like a pencil. Mr. Pinkleys, I want you to make a complaint. You're going to complain about me? Oh, no, no, no. It's up to you to change yourself. I'm just going to try to change the minestrone. All right, here's a pencil. All right, thank you. I'm going to get a few minutes before my night school crosses the stop, so I'm going to write. And there, Mr. Pinkleys, you got a fine restaurant, good location, but a bad minestrone soup. Tomorrow, when you make the soup, do like my mom. Take a sip of water, boil up with a good beef, especially fine amount of water. And you signed your name and address on the bottom of the cheque, too? Sure, but you think I'm going to do something wrong because the waiter isn't like me. Well, he probably never heard from anyone in the restaurant before. Usually people, they just forget about those things, especially about soup. Yeah, you know, in my daily life, there's nobody complains about the food. No. Why don't they complain? Because in an emergency, one of my three-pound alarmist makes a wonderful baseball bag. My lovey-dovey, I'm only joking. Yeah, but a friend, seriously, you think I did wrong to complain about the minestrone? Of course not, lovey-dovey. They asked for suggestions. So you gave it to them. Yo-ho, you have perfectly justified in your judgment. Shh, quiet here. Here comes Mr. Spalding. Good evening, class. I'm sorry, I'm late class. I can see we're all here, so we'll descend to the roll call. I believe I asked you to review some famous sayings in our American history. Is that right? Well, is that right? That is most certainly right. Oh, come now, we haven't even started. Mr. Howard, he said it is not best to swap horses while crossing the river. It is not best to swap horses while crossing the river. All of you? No. General Grant? No. Captain Roosevelt? No. Well, I... All of it, you better write that horse in yourself before he drowns. Mr. Schultz, no speaking out of turn. Ms. Spalding, I can give you the correct answer. Yes, I know. Mr. Schultz, who said that famous phrase? Which? The one that Abraham Lincoln said? Yes, do you know the answer? Good help. Who do I love to get the teaching for Schumann? Please, Mr. Schultz, Abraham Lincoln is correct. Now, Mr. Baskow, our next famous saying, who said a chicken in every pot? A chicken in every pot? Yes, who is known for that? Oakley's a restaurant. I never knew they said a chicken in every pot. After because you never tried the minister on. Him and Luigi's got the country in the soup. Quiet, Mr. Schultz. Mr. Baskow, what on earth are you talking about? Ms. Spalding, he's talking about a restaurant he ate in tonight. Well, I'm talking about a famous saying, a chicken in every pot. Well, Mr. Baskow? Well, Mr. Spalding, I'm going to swear that there's something that smells like a chicken in a pot. For the last time, Mr. Baskow, who said it? I said it. I'm out of the minister on it, but it was a chicken as well. Mr. Baskow, you're not sufficiently prepared for today's lesson. You may leave the class. I may leave, but I'm with Ms. Spalding. Leave the class. All right. Excuse me. From the plate of Zoot, look how a fellow gets himself in the hot water. Hello, Mr. Schultz. Luigi, you're home early. Oh, don't tell me that food you ate is already making you sick. No, it's the worst thing about it. It's got me in trouble with Ms. Spalding, and she's ascending me home. So, you're right. What happened? Did you ask your teacher for some bicarbonate soda? No, I was just talking about a minister on his soup. I had it at the Pinkley's restaurant. See, next time you're going to blame me. What did the minister on his soup taste like? I don't know. Like a chicken soup. Oh, they improved it. The last time it tasted like a clam chowder. Well, Luigi, at least you're suffering because I thought you'd stay away from those big restaurants. They don't care about the custom, only about the buck. Yeah, but isn't that true, Pasquale? And I'm not going to get thrown out of my closet for nothing. I'm not going to prove you that the restaurant is going to take my recipe. My recipe. Yeah, you're going to prove. The only thing that's going to happen to your recipe is that the way it tells the manager, the manager tells the cook, then wherever you go in, you're going to get a fly in your soup. That's so much going to happen. Trouble with you, Luigi, you believe everybody and anything. You what they call a guzzable. All right, Pasquale, maybe I'm a guzzable, but you see, I'm going to go back to that restaurant and that minister on is going to taste just like my mom. All right, I tell you what, I go with you. And if it does taste like that, I'm going to give you free dinners in my place as long as you live. As long as I live? Yes, and to show you how sure I am, I make a better off. So what's that? 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Pascale was offered to have rosa come along and a sample of some of the soup. But I must say no because rosa, to her, anything is a taste of good. So me and Pascale, we went, and you can imagine how nervous I felt later when a soup was brought in by the waiter. There you are. Oh, well, thank you. Wait till let me try the first Luigi. I got a strong stomach here at you. No, no, no, we bought the taste together, Pascale. All right. One, two, three. Well, Luigi, what do you say? Well, a stubborn. What do you expect to find there, oil? That's not the truth. Did they follow your recipe? No. No, Pascale. It's a fill of chicken. I can't understand this. Maybe the cook can read English. Maybe you should have called up your mama, fly her down to weekends and help out a Pinkley in the kitchen. And I was attacked, I'm a serious man, and I'm a government of my complaints. Hey, waiter. What is it? Waiter, I was a giver to ship it from Minnesota to super hip here. There's nothing that's going to happen. I thought you looked familiar. Oh, Mr. Hamilton. I'll let you talk to the manager. I'm washing my hands of this whole mess. Do you watch what I said? I'm washing my hands of this whole mess. All right, the use of this is super. Here's an applicant. It's the way for you, sir. What is it? Are you Mr. Hamilton? Oh, what a pleasure, Mr. Hamilton. You make a fine and watch it, but you've got to change your minister on his soap. Hamilton, what's the matter, sippy here? Now, what's to happen? Well, we don't act on customers suggestions. I sent you a slip down to Pinkley's public relations department. Thank you, Mr. Relations. You mean it is a family? They've got to pay for space for the super first thing? Hey, waiter, will you stop and knock on your brains out? This fellow don't care what he serves you. It's too long as you die outside of the premises. I don't want to start any arguments. If you want, who hears the address? You go down to public relations and straighten it out with them or anybody else in the company. Nothing to do with it, Luigi. If you're going to do all of that to make a poor you want to sour it first. No, no, Pasquale. I'm not going to do that. Maybe they don't know what's going on. But this time, I'm not going to bring a suggestion. No, what are you going to bring? Mr. Manager, give me one of those fresher plates of soup, huh? I'm not going to bring them with that. Yes, sir. Who do you wish to see? Excuse me, Mr. Young Lady. This is public relations for Pinkley's restaurant. Yes, we handle the advertising. Oh, is that Mr. Fuller's lunch you've got there? Well, if he's hungry, I'm not going to let him eat it, but he's not going to like it. What? This is a menstruan soup from your restaurant that I'm wrote about a few days ago. I don't understand. Who is that soup for? It's for nobody. I'm sending my mamma's recipe to Mr. Pinkley. Let me say that he's a watcher, he's a hands-in-the-much, he's a manager, he's a busy-to-handler, so I bring this soup here and here's the relations that they're going to test it on themselves. I dare say this is most unusual. That's what everybody says. The people and the boys, the man that's downstairs is the elevator man. Do you think I'm going to like to go down the city with a plate of soup in my hands? It must be rather difficult. Yes, especially when I'm going to keep my hat on at this sort of soup, should I stay warm? Now, please, do you let me... John and I are going down to Pinkley with some new slogans. If any, but... are you carrying a plate of soup? Yes. Just to look, I'm so full of myself. Excuse me, Mr. Young Lady, I'm just a little bit out of your best. Yes. Mr. Fuller, this gentleman is a patron of Pinkley. Well, a representative of the public. Come in, sir. Come in, come in, come in. You know we should be in contact with you people more often. Say, listen to this slogan, tell me what you think. At Pinkley, your dollar stretches farther. So does the soup. Well, what about this one? Dine out tonight at Pinkley's where the food tastes really different. Especially at the Ministran, as it tastes like a chicken. What are you, a wise guy? No, no, but... but I'm no like to be met a Fuller. I'm a Luigi Bascoffella who's ascending to the sympathy phase. Oh, say, I got that suggestion from our Olive Street store yesterday. It's very interesting, but... Oh, good heavens, you didn't bring a plate of soup here. Well, is it... is it not a Fuller plate? I must build some on a bus. A little bit is a fallout when I'm a trip on the street. Some is soaked up into my hat, too. And you've got to find a few spoons on your secretary, I've decided. Just what do you want, Mr. Bascoff? Taste the soup. You're joking. Oh, I'm not. Go on, go ahead, and take it just to one goose. One goose? Yeah. Yeah, a mouthful. Maybe you smaller eat the mouthful as a two goose, isn't it? There's no point in my tasting it. Pinkleys is a large chain organization and we cater to all kinds of appetites. You understand? Now, look, just to give you an idea, over a hundred thousand people walk in and out of our doors every week. You may be telling me that a hundred thousand of people walk in and out of our doors every week. Yes, sir, that's right. Well, maybe if you were to serve a better minister on it, they would stay on the side. Mr. Bascoff, there's no sense of wasting each other's time. Pinkleys have been making their food the same way for many, many years. Trouble is that they've been making it, but they've not been tasting it. Now, if you only taste the dishes. No, I'm sorry, Mr. Bascoff. It's no use. If you wish, I'll call Mr. Pinkleys himself at the tower building telling that you were... No, no, no, I'm not going to tell him myself. I want the history to tell him. Mr. Pinkleys, the soup is going to get the cold. Please, tell him Mr. Pinkleys is as soon as going to be no more soup. That's been a pleasure. Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Pinkleys says we just have to wait. Meanwhile, maybe you better tell me the ingredients for the recipe. Oh, you mean... You mean it's thrown away from my mama used to make it? Oh, right, right. Firstly, you take good fish to be, and you mix up the soup, huh? Then you put in the celery, carrots, the potatoes, the cabbage, and then let it cook. See? Then you simmer down with the semolina, and when the vegetables are finished, you boil them in the soup, you throw in the pasta. I don't know, just to give me ten cents, I'm going to buy you a family. And then you put in the salt, pepper, maybe a little parsley, garlic, and kind of then do your minestrone. Well, I have it all. Now you're going to change your recipe? No. I'm bringing this in to Mr. Pinkleys. Then maybe you're going to take a piece of minestrone in your side, and a few in the dish. That's just amazing. Hello. Louis. I've been a look at all over for you. I've been a look at one officer or another, inside and out. And if Mr. Fuller said maybe you're going to be here. What's the matter with you? You're getting super happy? Come on home before you go crazy. You know something, Louis? They're going to say it in America. There's a war on about this. What's the saying? No. Now come on, big good fella, come on home. No but a pasquale. Now don't bother pasquale, just to listen. Next time you go in a restaurant, tell you what you do. Order some Frenchie to buy the steak. And if you don't like it, tell them to whistle for their money. Hey you know pasquale, I think you're right. Nobody cares. I'm going through all this trouble. I've never made a misspelling mad and it's done a war on yourself. Everything's going to be all right. Come on, come on. Thank you Mr. Fairfax, you're very nice. Mr. Bastard, where are you going? Come on. Oh nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, my good man. Come in, come in, I want to talk to you. Don't go, Louis, Jesus, trying to trap you into a game of canace. Now listen, Mr. Pinkley, I'm not going to waste your time. If you think you, you're going to still need the Buddha, I'll see you for ever. Goodbye. This fellow called me after you left his office. Now I've gone to the trouble of setting up a portable gas range in my office and I've already sent for the ingredients. The ingredients? Yes, the ingredients. You know, the carrots, the peas, the peppers, everything else. You know that's going to do you, Louis. You don't even know what a gradient is. Please, Mr. Bastard, would you do me the honor of preparing a minestrone soup for me? A soup? I'll see your mother in a minute. I'd like to see my mother in a minute. Wait, Louis, come home. You're just trying to get a free meal. You all right, Mr. Bastard? Come in, Mr. Pinkley, see you later. In a little while, you're going to be shaking hands with my mom as a minestrone. When? Hello, Mr. Pinkley? Oh, Mr. Bastard. This is a gourmet delight. An epicurean treat for the most sensitive person. Huh? Mr. Pinkley, if you're not liking the soup, just say it's in a plan of words. Mr. Bastard, I love the soup. You know, I'm so happy you like it, Mr. Pinkley. Oh, Mr. Bastard, look, all of my work is done. Oh, you're right, Mr. Bastard. You see, gentlemen, I started Pinkley's years ago. Years ago, huh? Just for small dinners. And now that little disease has grown. It's still. It's still. And from now on, from now on, Mr. Bastard, your soup will be served in every one of us. I'm glad when someone like me helps me get back it. He doesn't forget I helped you get a little trolley, too. Mr. Bastard, how are you going to talk like that? It's easy. I just open my mouth and push with the teeth. Luigi, I'm going to tell you something and I was going to open up your eyes. Open your ears, too, and listen. You've been a yapper so much about this ministry like your mama's to make. I'm going to tell you something. For three years, you've been eating what you've been getting out of my spaghetti pot. Oh, but tell you, you're crazy. I'm crazy, huh? You think so, huh? Yeah. All right, I'll tell you what, I'll take the soup again. All right, I'll take it. You'll see. It's so wonderful. It's so good. I bet I know where you're going to eat from now on. I bet I know, too. Where? England. Mama Mia, pretty soon you're going to get a big surprise. You're going to get a beautiful present from Mr. Pinkley for your recipe. Yeah, I'm talking about so much about the ministry on the soup. Makes me remember another kind of soup you used to make back home in Italy. Mama Mia, you used to put a great big pot in the kitchen stove. Put in a little piece of fine salt, pork, fresh vegetable, good juicy meat, a little bit of bacon, then add the water. Pretty soon you have a wonderful soup out of that big pot. And that reminds me of us here in Chicago. Because Chicago is like all the big cities in America. And all these places are sometimes called melting pot. That's a mean they put the French, Jews, Italians, Swedes, Greeks all kinds of people together. And then, then they add a little friendship, some kindness and some human understanding. That's the melting pot over here, Mama Mia. That's America. They love your son, Luigi Pasco, really much better. Friends, the Makers of Wrigley Spearmint Chewing Gum hope you've enjoyed tonight's episode of Life with Luigi and they'd like to remind you that when you want a between meal treat Wrigley's Spearmint Gum is just about the perfect answer. A stick of Wrigley's Spearmint is chock full of lively, delicious real spearmint flavor. 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