This is an ongoing thing..the city in question is, of course, New Orleans.

J: Hah, you are still alive. Man, I gotta get my money back from that hitman...
M: That fat-ass Italian wasn't shit. Should have sent a ninja.
J: I was wondering why he wasn't returning my phone calls. Man, ninjas won't come near this city. Some kinda treaty with the pirates.
M: That's what they tell everybody, but they're really just scared of the voodoo monkey zombies. That's who I fed that fat-ass dago meatball to. One of them got pretty sick, tho. Guess Italian didn't agree with him.
J: oh yeah i heard voodoo monkey zombies don't like italian.

Please note, M doesn't hate Italians. No disrespect. He's just upset one tried to kill him. My bad!