Jack: We're riding in high style now! We're a couple of regular swells. We're practically godd*mn royalty, ragazzo mio.
Fabrizio: You see? Is my destino. Like I told you... I go to America to be millionaire. You are pazzo.
Jack: Maybe, but I've got the tickets.
(They board the ship...)
Jack: We're the luckiest sons of b*tches in the world. You know that?