♪ my last night in sicily. after this i'm going back to new york, crawling under my bed and adopting the fetal position for, like, six weeks. i may look normal -- okay, i don't exactly. but i'm not barking or shrieking with my pants wrapped around my head which is what my instincts are telling me i should be doing. one of life's great joys is cheese. no, i'm eating cheese. which makes me happy. always. and drinking wine. good wine. and a hell of a lot of it. and i'll just make it over the hump with any luck at all. we have a mozzarella here, a pepperccino. >> we'll start with the one in the middle. >> i will.