James: What? He's a nice guy.

    Paul: He's just so….Italian.

    James: Oh, come on Paul. Lighten up a little. Suppress your English xenophobia for once. Here he comes.

    (The three exchange greetings.)

    Casanova: So, what are we having?

    James: The chicken wings here are awesome. Let's get a couple baskets of those. (gestures to a waiter)

    Casanova: So how is Sabrina these days, Paul? Getting pretty big by now, no?

    Paul: I don't really know, to be honest. I haven't been able to see her much recently. She doesn't want to see me, apparently, I expect the prospect of actually talking to the idiot who got her pregnant is hideous. ......