Bound to the mafia
“Mom! You will!”
“When?! You’re 35 for God’s sake! When do you intend to settle down? Five more years to 40, I haven’t even seen you with a woman,” she said, then with a teary voice, “tell me son!… is there something about your sexuality that I don’t know about?”
“Mom!… I’m straight as a ruler,” he said, frustrated.
“Good! You better be,” she said, pointing at him, “and that straight ruler better guide us straight to your wife.” She said out loud.