"Hurry up, would you?!" exclaimed Antonio.

"Hey! Let a man piss, would ya?!" shouted back Mario from behind a bush. The old Caglione sighed and rested his forehead on the steering wheel.

"How much longer till we get to Naples?" asked Arnaldo, briefly looking up from his book.

"That's the point! We're only ten minutes away from Naples and this sorry sod decides to stop, in the middle of the road, to take a leak!" he exclaimed as he leant out the window to shout at ...