(LUCA YELPS) Hey, this isn't a joyride. Make yourselves useful.
Luca
6.9s
-Uh... -I didn't. But I pushed it out the back window. Took a while to put back together, but it's fine now.
Luca
7s
Luca, this is my brother, your Uncle Ugo. Thanks again for coming all this way on such short notice.
Luca
5.6s
Um... Ouch! (WHIMPERS) This is normal! Stay focused! (GASPS)
Luca
4s
Oh, well, thank you, but no thank you.
Luca
3s
Whoa! How'd you get it down? I rode it down.
Luca
4.6s
Put that down, piccoletto. You'll hurt yourself. -LUCA: Let him go! -(ALBERTO GRUNTS)
Luca
7.7s
Oh! And we can bring a telescope, too! Yeah! That shoots lightning! LUCA: No, no, no. You look through it.
Luca
2.2s
He said I was old enough to be on my own.
Luca
2.6s
That's why we did all of this.
Luca
1.2s
(LUCA WHIMPERS)
Luca
13.1s
Yeah! And then the Vespa will be ours! And we'll ride away together! Luca, that's crazy. Well, maybe I'm crazy. Take me, gravity! ALBERTO: Luca! (GRUNTS) Ow.
Luca
8.3s
Second, this isn't any old race. It's an epic, grueling, traditional Italian triathlon. Swimming, cycling, and eating pasta.
Luca
8.9s
Ah, Ciccio! The motor! They are slowly getting away! -(GRUNTS) -(ERCOLE GROANS) Guido, slap Ciccio. (EXCLAIMS IN ITALIAN) -With contempt! -(CICCIO GRUNTS)
Luca
2s
My parents were gonna send me away.
Luca
7.3s
(GASPS) Oh, no! Oh, no! Alberto! Wake up! What? Ahh! The sky's been leaking! (MIMICKING BUGLE PLAYING WAKEUP CALL)
