Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Sì. - (SQUEALS) Grazie, grazie.
- Wow. - (BREATHES DEEPLY)
- DAPHNE SULLIVAN: Cameron? - CHILD: Daddy.
Fine. Um, Dad?
TOURIST: Get outta here, man. Come on. Enough.
I think you just-- you just...
each other's fucking wives, asshole!
My karmic payment.
Come on. Walk with me.
{\an8}ISABELLA:
(SIGHS)
and flirting and whispering to each other.
- NICCOLÒ: Tanya. - Yeah. In a minute.
Where's your boss?
Maybe. Yeah.
All right?
- Are you okay? - I know you did something.
(WATER GUSHING)
I don't know. You're reading into it, okay?
I-- I can't find my phone. Where's my phone?
(GROANS)
(WHEEZES, CHUCKLES)
Well, I kinda need it now.
(SIGHS)
It takes a couple of hours. You can't afford a cab.
You spend every second with somebody
- ♪ (SONG STOPS) ♪ - (BELL TOLLS)
I don't think you have anything to worry about.
A little mystery?
♪ (EERIE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(AIRPLANE ENGINE RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)
(MATTEO GIVING INSTRUCTIONS IN ITALIAN)
- Hey. - ALBIE: Hey.
- Hi. - HOST: Good evening. Welcome.
No, it's nothing to you 'cause you don't work for money.
- What do you mean, "bad"? - PORTIA: I don't know.
- A karmic payment? - ALBIE: Yeah.
♪ Stars belong to everyone ♪
Late in life? (CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENING)
I mean, don't they have to go back to the hotel, too?
TANYA: Wait a minute.
- Do you want some coffee? - I'd love some. Thanks.
You'll get back. There's no rush.
{\an8}(IN ITALIAN)
(PANTS)
- QUENTIN: Tanya? - (GROANS)
every desperate girl you come across?
Maybe you can come to L.A.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CHUCKLES)
- Mi-- Yeah? - CAPTAIN: Sì.
(ETHAN KISSING)
What-- what about the prenup?
(WAVES ROARING FAINTLY)
What's wrong?
so he could have an alibi. And then these gays,
Well, we could probably all fit.
You know?
(GRUNTS)