Tuscany, seasonal

- Who are these guys?

- Woa!  woa

- What is this?

- There's too many of them.

- I can't move.

- Refuges?

- Jimmy!

- Should've never opened the—

- Look like just fuggees.

- Jimmy, I can't breathe...

- Where are we going to put 'em?

- Let's ride this out guys.

- Ride this out?  Someone punch that guy!

- No, don't!

- There's no room.

- Well, nothing to be done now.

- Hold on guys, one of the calories is holding a press conference.

- It is true we are—

- Oh nuts to that!  Flush 'em out.  

- Open up the flood gates, guys.

- Suck fist!

- Show 'em how to disappear completely, Andy.

- The hell is it?

- It ain't coming.

- What do you mean?  Give him a shot of the two.

- It's too late. 

- Where are the Invisibles?

- We ain't gonna be able stop the bloating now.

- Talk about self-absorption!

- Who is...this...fat of the land!

- Jimmy, I can't breathe.

- Why ain't they floodin' them out? 

- Here, take my hand.

- (wheezing)  Jimmy.

- Take my hand!

- (wheezing) You tell Elaine...

- Don't you go talking like that now.

- Jimmy, listen to me...

- You gonna be all right, you hear? You 're gonna tell her—

- You tell I'll never forgive her.

- They're all over his face now.

- You tell her that, Jimmy!

- Here comes the bloat.

- You tell her!