Amici miei - Come tutto ebbe inizio Page #5

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Speaking of which...

Two kilos and a half less.

- What are you talking about?

- The children.

I have weighed them as

soon as I've arrived.

And you too, Donatella, you're worn out.

- Worn out?

- You look five years older!

- But what...

- I mean, don't you go out, don't you do sports?

- Don't you ride?

- She rides, she rides... Tell him!

Every two weeks.

- That's not like riding at all.

- It's even worse.

- Not enough time for the handling!

- You should ride more often, Rambaldo.

And the children look pale

too. Don't you take them to ski?

Ski, you said? Ski, the seaside,

the horses! The pewter coasters!

What are they like?

Here, to get a new pair of shoes

for the school is already a problem!

I always do my best!

But it's never enough!

- But love! Cippa Lippa! I don't...

- You!

Me what?

I do the impossible!

Why are you blaming me?

You're no longer as extraordinary

as when we spoke on the phone.

- Of course! We were the ones on the phone!

- Shut up!

- And then, you bit off more than you could chew!

- Stop it!

Stop making such a scene!

Now go and wash your face!

And don't get back unless

you're calm. Forward, march!

And you let her treat you that way?

- In front of all!

- Cippa Lippa!

- In front of the children.

- Cippa Lippa!

Speaking of the children,

why are you still up?

Off to bed, jump to it!

- Yes, daddy!

- Bye, daddy!

Good night, daddy.

But what kind of family is this? What

kind of head of the family are you?

He's not so wrong.

Daddy, I'm going to break your head!

Put it down!

- Let go of me!

- Stop it!

- Knife!

- It isn't sharp, it's for the fish.

- Where's the fish?

- It's frozen.

Cheat! You palmed me off with

a crazy woman, a megalomaniac.

You met her at the psychiatrist's!

What were you expecting?

And what do you want from me?

Let go of me!

- It's over. Now relieve yourself.

- Come on! Don't do that. Cippa Lippa.

- Give him some water.

- No! Whisky.

Ungrateful!

She's so ungrateful.

I couldn't do more for her.

I've even started to freelance again.

- I've designed five family vaults.

- Wow!

- I've sacrificed myself!

- Come on now!

- Don't think about it. Shall we go out?

- No.

Do you want us to walk you out to pee?

- No.

- No!

What could we do for you? I

know! Let's go to the station.

- Yes! Good idea!

- Yes, he needs that.

To do what?

It's none of your business.

Just help us convince Melandri.

That's easy! Dear Melandri,

listen to your doctor.

- Diagnosis:
You can't go on with such a woman.

- No.

- Cure:
Break up!

- But how?

- Just leave. Sneak out.

- Of course.

- Where's your coat?

- Upstairs.

- Never mind. Let's go.

- Be careful.

- Shh!

- Shh!

- Shh!

- Alright!

- Come on!

- Shh!

- But how shall I face her?

- What do you care?

- What shall I tell her?

- Nothing. Just leave and disappear.

- But how will they make it?

- She will find another jerk, being so beautiful!

- Will she?

- Don't make us waste time.

But I...

- But I love her!

- Shh!

- Quiet! - That's a trifle. -

And then it won't last forever.

I suffered terribly too, for

almost three quarters of an hour.

- Go ahead, come on!

- Go quietly downstairs!

Let's go!

Have a nice journey!

- Help!

- Go and f*** yourself!

Nobody move! I'll take care of him!

But are you crazy?

But dad!

But are you always leaving?

He's always in my way!

Come on guys, the train to

Empoli leaves from platform 3.

- To platform three!

- Come, professor.

But whose idea was it?

It feels so good to be

with you, among men, guys!

Why aren't we all faggots?

Here.

- Sister, check if a blue car's down there.

- Alright.

Yes.

- Back to the ward. All's delayed.

- Why?

Unlace! Unlace! Because I have a

more urgent case. This one can wait.

- I'm going to get him.

- Yes, otherwise he'll never come.

Sister! I need professor Sassaroli to

come down. Every minute is precious.

Excuse me, which of the three

phones is tarapia tapioco

...so I can warn the

supercazzola? Which one?

You haven't understood me.

I said, which of the three

phones has got a prefix?

- Ah! That one.

- Thanks.

Sister? With the tarapia tapioco

as if it were antani, the stretcher,

even for two, unhooded towards

left? You can't? What a pity!

- Hello, Titti? But where the hell were you?

- Enough! There's no time for that!

Let me speak to her!

Speak to whom! Wasn't it a gypsy's joke?

- Once I have found her... Let me speak to her.

- Come on! It's late!

What a pig! Stop!

What the hell!

Who farted?

Come on guys, my heart is sickly!

- And it's freezing cold!

- We'd better freeze than choke.

- Air! Air! What have you eaten?

- Me? The same as you. Ask him!

Me? I was cleaning up my teeth!

If it was gasoline, it would

be enough to reach Copenhagen!

So what? Shall we move? I

haven't smelled anything.

[The demolition of the small

towns is an invention of Necchi's.]

[In those types of inventions,

he's better than Guglielmo Marconi.]

This one will do. Did

you bring the stuff?

As always. Come on, guys! Help me.

- Give me the tripod!

- Here it is, engineer!

It will pass through here!

- Shall I get the tools?

- Yes, surveyor.

I'm ready, engineer!

Goniometre, theodolite, levels and

shafts! This side, all pulled down.

- A crossover to the south!

- The map. - Objective.

Two hills need razing.

The map needs adding a slide rule.

Excuse me! Decametre

unhooded towards right. Here!

- Is the level ready?

- Let's use the theodolite.

- Hurry with those shafts!

- Yes, engineer!

- Measurement!

- Give it back to me.

- Let's set the shafts.

- How long?

- Eight meters and

ten. - 117. - 117.

- Shall I start? - Yes. Mark the

houses to be demolished. - Good.

- Alright.

- But what are they doing?

- 114!

- 114!

Zack and zack! Here, all down.

And no bulldozers or dynamite. TNT!

- Go away. We're working.

- Move away!

- Calm Down. Zack, zack, zack, zack.

- Please!

That's enough!

The church is set, too. Sorry counsellor,

we got orders from the District.

Allow me...

Take care of the future homeless.

Tents, food, antibiotics,

blankets and above all umbrellas.

- Let's go!

- Load completed.

But why do I always have

to sit in the middle?

Look at the priest!

But what's going on?

Don't you know, reverend? The Broom

Highway will pass through here.

That way...

...and there will be a junction to

the eastern road. District's orders.

Oh, my good Lord!

Quick! Play the bells, faithful!

- There! Look at that one!

- Which one?

The one who's bending over.

My god! What a knockout!

Alright, I'm looking,

however we're like savages.

We're looking at those women

as if they were objects...

- like at the zoo!

- Are you telling me!

My lover is a feminist.

I've tried many times to convince myself

there's no difference between us...

...speaking with her

of social problems...

- of haemorrhoids, of varicose veins.

- Professor, be serious for once!

I said to myself so many times:

"Mascetti, we are the same".

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