Listen, piccoletto, I eat kids like you for breakfast. I dunk them in my cioccolata and... (MIMICS CHOMPING) ...finiti! -(MIMICS KNIFE SWISHING) -(LUCA GULPS) So, here, sign up. Mm? I'll make it my mission to destroy you. (LAUGHS) It's gonna be some race, huh?
Luca
14.5s
You'll have to beat Ercole. Okay, so we'll beat Ercole. Huh. Really? Thinks he'll beat Ercole, this guy. (CHUCKLES) First of all, get in line! Every summer, that jerk makes my life miserable. So, no one's taking him down unless it's me!
Luca
8.3s
Second, this isn't any old race. It's an epic, grueling, traditional Italian triathlon. Swimming, cycling, and eating pasta.
Luca
8.4s
(STRUGGLES AND GRUNTS) That's not it. Try it again. (GRUNTS) Oh, try to lead with your head. No, more belly.
Luca
1.4s
ALBERTO AND LUCA: Underdogs.
Luca
2.2s
So, are you in town for the race?
Luca
2.6s
That's why we did all of this.
Luca
1.7s
Goodbye, Giulia.
Luca
12.1s
(APOLOGIZES IN ITALIAN) LUCA: Um, excuse me? We could help. You know fish? Oh, we? We know lots of fish. -MASSIMO: Huh. -Can this face lose? (SIGHS HEAVILY)
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.
