I'm pretty Sicilian if I've been crossed. I don't seek revenge, but I never forget. And I make it hard to repair, which is not a great quality because if people held me to that standard, no one would be around me - ever.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I come from a line of great Sicilian women, and their mentality is to endure and push through to the other side.
My mom was Sicilian, my dad was Sicilian. Mom was a great cook, but all the women were.
My family was all born in Sicily and I'm Italian-American. They're the real thing. They're authentic Italians, and honestly they're the most open-minded, nicest people in the world and nothing can really offend them. That's the way I think true Sicilians are.
I've always been able to cook Italian food. That's in my blood because I'm half Sicilian.
I took acting and elocution lessons, to get rid of my Sicilian accent.
I grew up in the Lower East Side, an Italian American - more Sicilian, actually.
You grow up in a Sicilian household, becoming an actor is not a big leap.
My mother was a strong-willed and opinionated woman - a Sicilian! - and if she didn't like something, she'd let you know about it. So her undying support of her kids went a long way in proving to us that we were on the right path.
Italians come to ruin most generally in three ways, women, gambling, and farming. My family chose the slowest one.
The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.
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