Ah bah fazool–in Brooklynese means where is the mens room.

Hey, CTF, how come your makin’ Italian stuff without gettin’ the Ok ?? 

From Brooklyn to Your Joint ain’t so far, so knock it off.  You gonna look funny
servin’ soup with 2 broken legs.

Youse guys always running ya yaps, I’m Irish, and God created liquor, to keep me and my boys from running da woild. Ya get my meanin Jimmy?