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♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

(HANDS SLAPPING LEGS)

- No. No, no, no. I-- - QUENTIN: The thing is

QUENTIN: We're here on Earth such a short time,

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

♪ Flowers in spring The robin that sings ♪

N-- No. We went up the wrong path.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(SMACKS LIPS) I did it.

(ANNOUNCES IN ITALIAN)

So it wasn't for the hat?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Well, forget it.

they were, like-- they were, like, naked and stuff like that.

- Nothing. - Nothing.

All right. You didn't fuck him, but what happened?

'Cause I make more money than you now?

You're minimizing it.

a natural reaction.

QUENTIN: Tanya, is everything all right?

and I couldn't find you.

That doesn't make any sense.

- (CHUCKLES) - (QUENTIN CHUCKLES)

{\an8}- (RESPONDS IN ITALIAN) - Okay.

♪ ("PREGHIERA IN GENNAIO" BY FABRIZIO DE ANDRÉ PLAYING) ♪

- about yourself, huh? - No. No, look.

Money's transferred. It's all handled.

It was less than nothing. (BREATHES DEEPLY)

- Ah, no? - No.

from falling into ruin, don't we, Didier, darling?

What? What are you on about? No. (CHUCKLES)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

when I was bumming around in my aspiring Kerouac days.

ABBY DI GRASSO: (OVER PHONE) Hey.

♪ (INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Smarter than me. So...

But then he did insist that we come to Sicily.

(MOUNT ETNA RUMBLING)

I'm here for work,

I had a dream that we went to visit our relatives.

I mean, you're not even supposed to succeed anymore, right?

(STUMBLING STEPS RECEDE, STOP)

I actually had that thought, too.

I can forgive you, but just be honest with me.

No, it was crazy.

- Yeah? - QUENTIN: Can we come in?

Well, it couldn't be Greg.

(CRIES) Oh, I can't.

I can't get off. (CRIES)

How was Portia?