“[Parmalat chief financial officer Fausto] Tonna appeared in no mood to co-operate when he arrived for interrogation yesterday. He turned to journalists to say: ‘I wish you and your families a slow and painful death.’”
— Financial Times, January 6, 2004
MOTHER: Fausto, drink your milk before you leave the table.
MOTHER: Now, Fausto, what have I told you about wishing for people’s deaths?
FATHER: You can’t go through life that way, son.
BANK TELLER: Excuse me, sir, but there’s an error in your addition on this deposit slip.
TONNA: Oh, is there really?
BANK TELLER: Yes, sir, see, in the billions column…
TONNA: Well, then, Mr. Smartypants Banker, why don’t you go somewhere with your family and die, slowly and painfully?
RADIO ANNOUNCER: There’s a three-car accident blocking all the inbound lanes, so you commuters might want to find an alternate route into the city today.
TONNA: I hope you and every one of your relatives are diagnosed with life-threatening illnesses on the very same day, and you all spend every day of the next three years attending each other’s funerals.
WAITER: I’m sorry, sir, but we’re all out of lemonade.
TONNA: In that case, I wish for you and everyone you love to be buried alive in a landslide, along with all your most precious family heirlooms. And can I substitute fries for the baked potato?
CAT: [scratches sofa]
TONNA: Gordo, I have told you repeatedly that I don’t want you scratching the furniture, and now I hope you contract cat-leprosy and die licking your painful lesions.
CUSTOMER SERVICE REPRESENTATIVE: Good afternoon, Mr. Tonna. Do you have time to respond to a brief customer satisfaction survey?
TONNA: No, but you’ll have plenty of time while you’re dying from the long, drawn-out illness that I hope will afflict you.
CRITIC: “I’m With Her” is one sitcom you can afford to skip.
TONNA: May your tongue be covered with boils and your eyelashes fall out overnight. I love “I’m With Her.”
DOLLY PARTON: [sings] I wish you joy and happiness, but above all this, I wish you love.
TONNA: Why, thank you, buxom American country singer. I’m afraid I still wish you a painful death, but perhaps I will make it a quick one in light of your kind thoughts.
WIFE: Fausto, how do you feel about roast beef tonight?
TONNA: How do you feel about dying a slow and painful death?
WIFE: Okay, I’ll make chicken. Jesus.
WIFE: And stop cursing the cat!
BRIDE AND GROOM: Thanks for coming to our wedding, Fausto!
TONNA: It’s my pleasure, and may I be the first to wish you both a very slow and painful death together.