Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Paparazzo, run to the pharmacy and get these drops!
...because you can't find anyone who'd come under your sheets.
...what would you write about me?
Riccardino, you'll have a good time now. This party must never end.
Pray more! Pray more!
The engineer! He should have been a gravedigger!
Must I back up, or is there room to turn around?
We're all making a mistake!
Swear on your mother's life! Go on, swear it!
Ma'am, what do you think about Italian actresses?
I agree with your concept on women.
The miracle.
Come along.
I can't wait to go home.
- Yes. - In our town, it's pretty sad at this hour.
Stay free, available, like me.
No, no, no. You, daddy, come with me!
No, I'm a disgrace. And my disgrace is having met you!
Oh, our Robert is also a painter. Bravo!
- I'll go back to eating my chicken, then. - No.
Tell the editor-in-chief I'll call him at home.
You'll make a fortune with this fish. It's worth millions.
Bravo! Bravo, Frankie! You were great!
The case has been postponed to the 15th.
...to buy three shirts, six pairs of handkerchiefs and...
You want to throw out this piece of paper too?
Well, you just sit here, then?
This marriage experience brings me back to my old friends filled with desire.
Here. Many thanks.
Don't you see that you offer me the life of a spineless worm?
I have a car, that one over there, an apartment...
- Cheers to you, Dad. - Thanks.
The night is humid but full of stars.
It'll be Tito the Brute who'll give you the delight of the first screwing!
Can you tell us about it?
I have to go. I have to go.
- I don't think I know how to write. - I live around here.
- Take yours, then. - I'll do the scoop myself.
Come on, you fool, get in.
Can't you say anything else?
Oh, please, miss, let's not talk about age.
Hi, Norman. Where are the children?
You have such lack of fantasy.
Do you know this is the first time I've seen the dawn?
Forget it. From now on, we'll buy them in Capranica.
Don't worry. You'll hear some jazz at the most.
Wait, perhaps...
- Now I know everyone, I can get around. - Really?
- Dario. - What?
Paparazzo, hurry, get in the car. This way, Dad.
But then, would I really go there?
Sorry, I promise I won't do it again.
Say, weren't you a writer once, a man of letters, am I right?
What do you mean, it doesn't matter? Why do you say that?
- Okay. - Paola, this one's broken too.
A man who accepts to live like this...
- Such intelligent eyes he has. - Yes, it's true.
Why are you crying now?! Where did you leave her?
You don't know how to talk seriously, do you?
Giulio, there's a message for you.
- But you don't need one. - Dad!
Marcello, why don't you come here right now?
It's not possible, my friend.
Is there room for my friend and I?
- Are you okay there? - Yes, yes.
- Did you order the champagne? - Of course.
I saw you trip him!
Paparazzo!
- Marcello, raise your head a bit. - Is he leaving already? Mr. Robert.
I'm saying this in his best interest, not yours, otherwise...
- Thanks, I already know who he is. - Excuse me.
Oh, God, Riccardo is here!
- Enough. - Get lost, will you?
More retire and more come out.
Will there still be people at your father's house?
Let's take a coin and put it on your forehead.
All right, all right. Thanks.
- Bye, Nadia. Congratulations. - Thanks, bye.
Mondini, get the gun.
- Hi, Anna, how are you? - Did you finish your book?
May I introduce my friend Marcello and his girlfriend Emma?
- Do you know my father? - You introduced him to me once.
- You're having banana flambe, huh? - What else?
You look like one of those little angels...
You're right. It feels like winter already.
I can't spend my life calling you on the phone!
- Is that the miracle tree? - It's down there.
- Have a seat. - What are we doing?
- You had a pope in the family? - We had two of them!
Stop. Is there room for two unhappy creatures?
What's going on with that statue? Where are you taking it?
Hey, I don't know. They did everything on their own!
Sergio will be back on the 12th. I'm his mother.
You can't keep those two children in there. It's an abuse!
- You've already met my father, right? - Sure. We're friends.
We should've come yesterday. It'll be packed with photographers.
Thank you, sir!
I'll have to take that one.
- Oh, my watch. - You can leave later.
...the beautiful Sylvia bites into a typical Italian product...
The people bringing flowers to the tomb of their beloved leader.
Be careful, I go very quickly, even if I don't have an English car.
The crowd is following them, going wild.
And you...
- She's remarkable, isn't she? - She's marvelous. She's really hot.
You don't know. Wait in the car. I'll go get it.
You know, once, in my sister-in-law's castle, we saw a little girl with a candle.
- You work? - Yes.
It's a wonderful car, you'll see. It's a beautiful thing.
Yes, I'm still here. Don't move.
- I'm working on a movie. - And you're already broke.
You really want to go to her place to eat spaghetti?
The prince ate snails.
- A real monstrosity, Marcello. - What happened?
No, no. It'll pass, it'll pass.
My friend went to the pharmacy. He'll be right back.
Stand back, stand back.
- No, we're not, Dad. - You can tell me if you have to go.
What's the matter? What is it? Are you sick? Wake up!
- Irene, take this dog-looking thing back. - Give it to me.
- Would you like to dance? - No.
And you're just beautiful!
I am probably going to be visited by more ghosts,
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Good. What a lovely home.