In the Villa

Ezio: Mario! You called for me, dear uncle?

Mario: Yes, Ezio, there is some pressing matter we need to discuss. About your...uh, how do you say...choices in style and image in the town.

Ezio: What do you mean choices in style, uncle?

Mario: First of all, where the fuck did you get that viking hat?

Ezio: Where I got the hat is...unimportant.

Mario: And that huge clock around you neck?

Ezio: Well, uh, yes-

Mario: And, the fact, your robes are now purple and fuzzy? And you carry a huge gold cup? Whats in that fucking cup?

Ezio: What's in the cup is my buisness.

Mario: I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!

Ezio: ITS MY CUP, FUCK YOU.

GO COOK SOME FUCKING SPAGETTI.

Mario: As you will- but at least tell me where you are getting the money for all this frivolous spending, and that diamond encrusted cane.

Ezio: I...I know how to play the game.

Mario: I suspect it has something to do with the Brothel. I have seen you with the ladies.

Ezio: I know nothing of what you are talking about.

Mario: The first thing you renovated was the Brothel. I have seen you constantly with the ladies. I am forced to come to a logical conclusion.

Ezio: Oh god.

Mario: Your a Templar.

Ezio: WHAT? HOW THE FUCK IS THAT LOGICAL

Mario: Its not.

Ezio: First of all, what chick would have sex with a dude that worships aliens and shit?

Mario: You have a point.;

Ezio: Uncle, I'm going to come clean. I'm a pimp.

Mario: What?

Ezio: Oh god. Fuck, I'm not explaining this to you.

Mario: Whats a pimp?

Ezio: You know what uncle...just be happy your getting so much money. I could set you up with a couple whores if you wanted.

Mario: Family bonding?

Ezio: Yeah! Lets go!