Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guess I'll just drive you back. (EXHALES)

QUENTIN: Is everything all right?

- Can you-- - Where's Daddy?

I-- I mean, the whole night was like a dream.

- Oh, my God. - PORTIA: Um, Tanya.

I just have this really weird feeling

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- not in good conscience ever-- - ALBIE: Conscience?

Listen, Portia, I know you really like him,

(AIRPLANE ENGINE RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

- I love you. - I love you.

(MATTEO CONTINUES GIVING INSTRUCTIONS IN ITALIAN)

♪ (SONG CONTINUES) ♪

(THANKS PROFUSELY IN ITALIAN)

Not Cameron kissing me for two seconds.

Hey, uh, can we get two more

♪ (SINGING "'O SOLE MIO") ♪

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(DOORHANDLE RATTLING)

Yeah. I-- I f--

{\an8}(IN ITALIAN)

You don't want have sex with me. You make up excuses.

there aren't enough people out there

We need to be at the dock in half an hour.

This is my luck, you know? My bad luck with assistants.

There's a dude stalking her.

- Come on. (GROANS) - (SIGHS)

you were gonna take me back to Taormina.

♪ ("SPIRITUAL" BY FABRIZIO DE ANDRÉ PLAYING) ♪

Christ. When did the world become run by nuns?

You're fucking crazy.

♪ They glitter there For you and me ♪

We have to leave Villa Pisano and bring you back to Taormina.

Niccolò can take you back to Taormina.

- TANYA: Oh, okay. - French.

- God. - No, no, it's a--

QUENTIN: Should we have a little talk?

Uh, where's your, uh, dad and grandfather?

Because I'm not lying and I don't lie.

- (CARD READER BEEPING) - (DOOR UNLOCKING)

Now you have a conscience? Over this?

- Can I get your number? - Yeah.

Haven't I always been honest with you?

- QUENTIN: Tanya? - (BREATHES HEAVILY, WHIMPERS)

- Are you? - CAMERON: I have no idea

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(QUENTIN GROANS)

But, um, I guess, just... call me when you get back into town.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Just let me do me job. Yeah?

and I know Quentin isn't your uncle.

- if you're this big a mark? - I'm not a mark.

She's not answering her phone right now.

- ♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Give me 50...

- (CHUCKLES) - It's not funny.