Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Remember, the children are smaller. Am I in the shot? Can you see me?
Marcello...
Excuse me. One moment.
- And now the beautiful Nadia. - Shall we go?
I love you, Marcello.
You know, I've read all your stories from around the world.
By the way, a friend of mine who was here told me...
- You're not a journalist. - Great journalism.
Steiner said that you have two loves...
We're not used to hearing these sounds anymore.
Meanwhile, have a drop of whiskey.
So will you marry me? Or are you afraid to answer?
Follow us!
- The wife. - The wife, come on, Paparazzo.
They're taking it to the pope!
You know, I can't find it.
Irene, please, if you see a ghost, throw yourself into my arms.
An inaugural and commemorative striptease...
I feel some energy...
Here. This is the room for serious talks.
Why, I ask? Why are you so crazy?
- Paparazzo, give me a break. - But it's a nice shot!
Once, in a cabaret like this one, there was a beautiful girl...
Go away! Go away once and forever!
- What are we going to do now? - Take a ride. Stay here.
- The pizza! - Be careful not to drop it!
I want to make love!
- Paparazzo! - Good. Invite your friend too.
Bye, Marcello.
- Where are you going? - I'm going up there to see something.
Poor thing.
Sorry to disturb, madam. Good night.
I'm not laughing.
Interesting work. Artistic work, in some ways.
Go ahead. It's open.
Should I come up?
You are the true primitive, as primitive as a Gothic spire.
I can't even stand on my feet.
- No, it's not true, Dad. - Well, it could be.
- Is it male or female? - What's it looking at?
...is everything all right? - Yes, I'm in great company.
You must have an incredible gallery of memories.
Then, Lisa...
No, I always go to the cinema. At home, there's nothing else to do.
What have I done to be treated this way?
Wait, don't start yet. I'll give you the signal!
Turn all generators off!
...which, with its colors and its aroma, is as joyful as our country.
Try the channel hoses and keep them at minimum capacity,
Gloria, wake up. We're here.
- But it's alive. - It's been dead for three days.
Emma, why did you do it? Tell me. Why?
How come you're in Rome?
It's the nicest, as far as style goes.
No, I'm not going. I'm staying with you!
- Why Australia? - Where's the head, where's the tail?
What is that light down there that's blinking always in the same place?
Everything gets shelved here. Anyway, you look well.
I called it. Where's my hat?
This isn't love, it's brutalization!
Now you've really bored us. What are you trying to do?
- Why? What did you think? - Me? Nothing. I wasn't thinking a thing.
- I want to make love. - What?
The bra, it's the second to last item. Am I right?
Maybe some other time.
Yes, yes, he wants to eat spaghetti Bolognese with me. Go away.
And you know what I'll do? I'll break your little face.
- Don't leave. - I want to leave, I want to go home.
Very... Very good, yes.
- Here's my boyfriend. - Good. Go to him.
Doctor, it's 12:15. I must go to the bus stop and meet his wife.
- Since when? Were you a close friend? - Did you see him lately?
After all, it's a duty of hospitality towards a foreigner, a tourist duty.
- Unfortunately, yes, I got gypped. - That's a good one!
What class, madam. You're divine!
- Didn't you say you wanted to go home? - Yes.
Showing her wonderful teeth...
- Countess Cristina! - Irene, if you are scared, come to me.
Quit it with that little voice, will you?
- Sorry. - Naughty boy.
Quickly! Hurry, please.
And you? I'm so happy to see you again.
Oh, man, I better not see her or I'll have to kill my wife tonight!
- Are you coming? - Nope.
You, half-impotent as a man and as an artist...
Put the horse on the table and her on the ground.
What kind of joke is that? If he's hurt, you'll have to support him.
Well, did you take care of my business?
You big slut.
I'm too serious to be an amateur, but not enough to be a professional. There.
Then, I promise, I'll come say good night.
What would you like to eat? Something light.
No, I won't tell you where I am. I don't know when I'll be back!
I wasn't going to say anything scandalous.
- A kiss? - For you, Marcello.
Marcello, come down.
- Marcello? - What is it? Are you going out?
Can I go home?
- Now, say good night to everyone. - Good night.
- Can you stay another five minutes? - Sure.
- Drinking, smoking and going to bed. - And this is your wisdom.
Your Italy is an ancient land filled with natural and supernatural forces.
Good evening, Maddalena. How are you? Alone?
- You didn't even come to my exhibition. - What a beautiful hand.
I'm not saying hello to you. You either.
I love you. I only want to be with you.
...but Father didn't want to hear it. - So, what's next for the great journalist?
Do you like bearded men?
You're the mother, the sister, the lover, the friend...
You ruin everything.
Miss, your champagne.
Eugenio, enough! Try to be serious, otherwise go away!