[After he and his goons break into the Donatelli home]

Evening, Mrs. Donatelli. Or, will you be calling yourself "Miss" from now on?

What do you want from us?

I'm looking for my money, which your rat of a husband stole from me!

But we don't have it, I swear to god!

[To Grace]

How about you, sweet-cheeks? Would you also like to swear on an imaginary friend?