When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.

When an eel bites your thigh and you bleed out and die, that’s a moray.

When you’re smashed with a jug in a South Auckland pub, that’s a Māori.

When you see a big boat tied up with a rope, that’s a mooring.

When you wake up and it’s bright because it’s no longer night, that’s the morning.