The priest asks, "Is that you, little Tony Funacelli?"
"Yes, Father, it is."
"And who was the girl you were with?"
"I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation."
"Well, Tony, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?"
"I cannot say."
"Was it Teresa Volpe?"
"I'll never tell."
"Was it Nina Capelli?"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."
"Was it Maria Piriano?"
"My lips are sealed."
"Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?"
"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."
The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, Tony Funacelli, and I admire that. But you've sinned and you have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself."
Tony walks back to his pew. His friend Nino slides over and whispers, "Well, what'd you get?"
"4 months' vacation and five good leads.......!"
"the game of life of is not so much in holding a good hand as playing a poor hand well"
