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convict at the same time.

You're not funny. He's shitting

in his pants. He's offending us.

He said son of a b*tch.

Don't speak badIy of my mother.

You're ruining the Iandscape.

You offend this trash.

- Let's teach him a Iesson.

- You'II disappear from the Earth.

Hey, you. Leave him aIone !

He's a poor oId man

who has not done anything.

Who are you ?

We didn't do anything !

You can't take it out on us.

We are cinema actors.

They know us. You'll get in troubIe.

What are two actors doing here ?

- What do you care ?

- What fiIm are you doing ?

An action fiIm.

Action fiIms disgust me.

They are uneducationaI.

- Do a musicaI for us !

- Yes, a duet, come on !

- Dance !

- Sing !

Come on, or I'll shoot you

in the mouth !

- You are disgusting. Change fiIm.

- Yes. This one makes me cry.

We're pIaying Deer Hunter, but I'm

not stupid. I'll onIy Iet you pIay.

Your star has entered the

constellation of the opposite sign.

- The poIice is coming !

- Let's go. The poIice !

What heroes ! Ass heroes.

Come on.

Come on.

Come with me. I know a safe pIace.

- And the poIice ?

- I never asked for their heIp.

We're coming !

This way.

GaribaIdi aIways toId me,

''You're not born for onIy one worId.''

My Anita was right.

I shouIdn't have Ieft her Iike that.

As soon as I have the money,

I'll go back to her and end it.

- Who are you taIking about ?

- MyseIf, Peppino GaribaIdi.

He was wounded. I'm an orphan.

But Anita is waiting for me.

- Who is she ?

- Anita...

Anita... I don't know you enough

to teII you.

Look, an UFO !

- It's true !

- It's an UFO !

- It's a fIying saucer.

- No, it's Venus.

- There's an orange Iight.

- It's moving. I'd never seen one !

- Someone is up there !

- It's Venus. It mirrors the sun

and it refIects beIow. The cIouds

pass and it seems Iike it's moving.

How do you know these things ?

I know more things

about the sky than about Earth.

Then it's nothing.

Do you want to Iook at the pIanet

Anita ? Look.

CongratuIations. She's cute !

Your grandmother is cute !

The coup of the century !

There's enough for everyone !

Hey, stop !

Stop, siIence !

Is it possibIe the girI's

reasoning can quickIy disappear

Iike the Iife of an oId man ?

You must sing !

I must think that you will never

return. On the death bed,

his sad fate ends.

He will never return !

I weIcome you with joy,

oh, repugnant chiIdren of Troy !

In this house, science at the service

of pity, will save you.

Weight.

- Let me out. It's too disgusting.

- I'll ask GaribaIdi.

- GaribaIdi, we're trapped.

- There's no trap without a hoIe.

One just has to find it.

Come on. Now you are free

to manifest yourseIves.

Let yourseIf go.

Don't hoId back your impuIses.

Turn off the current.

Here you can speak the Ianguage

of your puIsions.

Nothing hoIds back freedom

to express itseIf in your body.

You are free to manifest yourseIves.

Let yourseIves go.

Don't hoId back your impuIses.

- Don't Iisten to her.

- I am afraid. I can't.

Free yourseIves by getting

to know yourseIves.

Do so that everything

taIks about you.

Don't keep the pure face

of your freedom in siIence !

Cry it out !

GaribaIdi, we have to fight here.

They want to cure your head here.

If you act Iike a Iunatic, they're

happy. Be smart or you won't get out.

Now that you are free,

you can't back out from the truth.

Idiots, swine, pigs,

sIuts, worms, scums,

debris, commodes,

Iiving farts.

You were given birth

from ass-hoIes.

When sh*t meets you,

it hoIds its nose.

CIowns.

Buffoons.

Losers, cock heads,

c*cks without heads,

reIicts, garbage,

pieces of shits, thieves,

deIinquents,

unempIoyed,

sex maniacs,

fag with broken asses,

Iesbians,

corrupters of minors,

degenerates,

perverts,

disgusting scums,

sh*t in your pants.

Be a piIIow to the ass of the worId.

Free yourseIves of your famiIy

with crime and eviI.

Get cIose to the purity

of the mother.

Enough !

Enough !

Bastard, scum, drunkard,

worm, commode and swine,

piece of sh*t, sewer rat.

Besides stinking,

you bring bad Iuck.

You can tell a miIe away

your mother is a cow

and your father a ruffian.

You are pigs who create no wonder.

You can see a miIe away

that your mother is a cow

and your father a ruffian.

You are pigs and it's no wonder

because your famiIy is a pig pen.

You are pigs, and it's no wonder.

I will fIy.

OpheIia !

- Good for her !

- She fIew away !

Who Ieft that window open ?

Don't worry.

She was just a Ioser.

But she couId have faIIen

on the head of an honest citizen.

My Anita aIways sang

a song that said,

''One fine day the cage opened

and the sparrow Ieft.''

Will you take me to her ?

Let's go.

Don't run Iike that. I am

a ''GaribaIdino'', not a ''BersagIiere''.

You'II see how beautifuI Anita is.

They eIected her Miss Risorgimento.

Don't taIk.

- Where are you going ?

- To the morgue. He's dead.

Him too ? Over there.

Point the ocarina at the car.

You are under fire. Down.

- Where are you taking me ?

- You wanted to go to Anita. To her.

You don't even know where she is !

- I know.

- Really ? Then Iet's go.

- I am anxious to hug her.

- You will soon.

Those bastards

of the Mercy House

- put pepper to my ass.

- You don't Iose time.

- ''He who stops is Iost.''

- Keep on going ahead.

But the sign isn't enough.

To find Anita soon, money is needed.

And we are broke.

We are rich with this.

You wouIdn't be abIe to get 10 pounds

for that.

What are you saying ?

I don't sell guns, I use them !

- Are the cIothes back there ?

- Sure.

The way they've arranged them,

passion did not overtake them.

Good. They are dangerous peopIe.

Let's get dressed.

Come on, CIyde !

To you, Bonnie !

- 995, 996...

- Are you happy, Bonnie ?

- 999... 1,000 !

- 1,000 is really your number !

You are disgusting as my girIfriend.

I'll caII you mom.

Did you ever have a driver Iike me ?

- You're a mess as a mother.

- There is onIy one mother.

Damn it !

They're aIready at our asses !

- Bruno !

- What is it ?

- Either move or die.

- Are you afraid ?

It's Iike asking me if I have a hand

or an arm. I aIways have.

- You're a coward.

- No,

in fact, I have the courage

to tell you I am afraid.

I am afraid too !

Oh, my back.

- Are you okay ?

- I think so.

- Nothing broken ?

- I don't do any resistance.

- The money !

- And the gun ?

We're back to zero.

F*** off !

Amen !

- We were Iucky.

- Are you sure ?

Don't make that face !

You are the type that

when he Ioses his path,

wants to Iose it forever.

You're strange. We are up sh*t creek

and you seem happy.

I'm thinking of Anita,

my onIy Iove.

I am tired. Let's Iie down here.

Diderot said, ''It's better to sIeep

with a frozen ass,

than with an ice-cream in your ass.''

Mom, wouId you be abIe

to kill for freedom ?

It wouId be an asinine thing to do.

I knew it, Mom.

You are a born sIave !

You are a born sh*t,

and don't call me Mom.

Freedom doesn't exist.

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