No fighting

It's like the old joke I once heard. You might need to be Italian to
really get it. I'm not, but I once lived with an Italian family in New
York, and it was from them I heard it. Anyway ...

Mama notices her daughter's boyfriend's car parked on the street
downstairs and shouts out the window: "Maria, wadda you doin' in dat-
a car?"

"Fuckin, Mama"

"Datsa nice. Donda fight."

Let's donda fight.