[get the hell out of his house-- It's Italian!! It's another language, Leon. D gives him another look, but continues to prepare the tomatoes without too much interruption. Just peel the potatoes, dear...]

Nothing could be as dreadful as putting that horrible greasy garbage into your body on purpose. Have you been begging for hamburgers on the side of the road all this time? Perhaps I should have dealt with you sooner, so you would at least remember to take care of yourself.

[He's fussing while insulting, this is fine.]