Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Who is she? - She's the princess mother.
You can't imagine how sweet it is to fall asleep with a child next to you.
Hurry!
Look, look. It's coming down.
The children are coming.
- You know her well? - He sure does!
Your father is much funnier than you are.
Listen.
But really, you could write more often, son...
They own half of Calabria and the nicest flats in Rome.
Come on, pass him. Run him over!
We're leaving anyway.
- What use is civilization to you? - Say what?
Is Maddalena with you?
They want the phone number. No!
- Get lost! - Marcello, tell me where you're going!
Now they're running in the opposite direction.
Great idea, Marcello!
Me, of course.
Long live Sweden!
Let thy ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.
No reason.
It's nothing. Stay calm! I'll take you to the hospital.
But you're never around. You're always in Rome and you don't take care of it.
Even in love, it's better to be chosen.
You'll see them later. They're hurt. They're just hurt. But I promise you...
- And who are you? - Good evening.
- Giulio, I'm your ancestor. - Get lost, you idiot.
- What's she saying? - Lf someone is home.
But I'll call...
- Let's go say hi to the painter. - He's not there.
I don't feel like it. I want to take a walk in this area. I don't know it very well.
- Sylvia, the shoes! - Marcello, what happened?
I could keep you a week without getting bored, but you have to do what I say.
Because they've remained close to nature...
Mario, where are you?
That sleaze is in love with you.
Is this Emma? I've been wanting to meet you.
- Will you excuse me a moment? - Go, sweetheart, go!
- Are you afraid of serious talks? - No!
Marcello, what happened?
And how's Mother?
- What kind of wine did they have? - Soave.
I can't believe this place is still open. It's unbearable!
Didn't he say he was his father?
- She's not kidding, then. - Good girl.
Which of the two was making advances, you or him?
I hope you're not expecting to find a palace.
Why? She's not worse than many others.
I'm vacant too, you know?
- Hey, where did she go? - She's an elevator, that one!
...he called a close friend, begging her to go and meet his wife.
You're talking about Steiner? Had he been threatened?
- The children! - Follow us, please. Get lost, guys!
Journalism and literature. Watch out for prisons.
Give me the shoes. Let go. I'll be right back.
What are you doing to that girl?
...and yet painted with such a detachment, precision, rigor...
That'll be the day. I've been paying for all the devil's sins!
Don't you all remember the story that the farmers tell about the hunchback?
Sylvia, take your glasses off!
These two will be dead before Christmas.
Careful not to spill everything. I don't get the meaning of this walk.
What exactly do you want to do?
What do you want from me? What are you looking for?
And it insists on looking.
No, really, I don't care.
It was vivid, passionate...
It'd be as if I didn't exist anymore, if I were not to speak.
Yes, madam, it was about a job.
I've got everything. I'll just go downstairs for vegetables.
- Yes. - She's so beautiful!
Turn him.
I have to inform the public, it's my job. After all, it's just a little publicity.
Someone... Someone.
Oh, yes, he's my favorite painter.
Where are you talking from?
- And I don't want to be anything else! - No, it's not true.
I
What did the lady say? I didn't understand.
- My watch says 2 a.m. - It must've stopped.
- Over there. He said he was your father. - Come on, don't joke around.
- It's over. Get lost! Go away! - Scoundrel!
Nothing, he's a drifter. He does nothing all day. He just gives my mother grief.
There. Let's see. Let's see you do it.
I can't bring you home. That madwoman wouldn't understand.
My goodness! All my father gave me were beatings.
Get out of the car! It's over, don't you get...
Giannelli, do me a favor, don't write anything.
Honey, the door is closed. There is no key.
To your beautiful legs, which I greatly admire. Cheers.
...and to call me in the morning before he leaves.
Hey, kid, come here.
Your desperation gives me strength. You'd be a marvelous companion.
You know, Maddalena, I thought of you often.
We should learn to love each other so much...
- What? - Hurry!
I went there a couple of times.
I'd just like him to be mine as he was once.
I read one of your recent articles. I liked it very much.
Come here.
...but at home, it's as though I were 80.
Did you take your drops?
See you there. Bye.
- Come here. - Where are you from?
I bet you never made love. Did you ever have a man all to yourself?
She's just drunk. She's drunk.
Bravo! Very good! Look, you made me cry. Bravo!
What do I care about her annulment? I have enough trouble on my own.
Was I supposed to kick them out?