Eight and a Half: Go Ego - Music Video Page #3

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It's the estimate for the spaceship.

I need to talk to you later,

face to face,

I'm at the end of my rope.

This is a madhouse!

Fine, we'll discuss it later.

What was that about your cholesterol?

...only one great writer.

The early Fitzgerald.

Then his writing became an orgy

of pragmatism or brutal realism.

What does Left or Right mean?

You're such an optimist

to believe that in a world

this confused and chaotic

there are people so lucid

as to belong exclusively

to the Left or the Right.

The Americans have this new

theory about cholesterol...

- Is your ice-cream good?

- Very good.

Could you say approximately

how many scenes she'll be in?

What?

- How many scenes?

- Five.

Only five.

Maybe six, or even seven.

Good evening.

Hi, Guido.

The Ambassador's got his eye on signora.

So?

- I thought you'd want to know.

- Good, now I know.

- Do you want me to ask her to dance?

- Yes, ask her.

Dear friends there's only one truth...

But I am so anxious to know,

to understand my character.

I need to coexist with my character

for a while before shooting...

The lady says she needs

to know her character.

I need to get inside her skin,

her ideas, or I'll fail.

Hasn't the Maestro explained

the part yet?

- No.

- I am sorry, dear lady.

I don't have such information.

I'm only the producer.

Guido, isn't it true that I know nothing?

- Right. Not a thing.

And now three days of rest.

They look like glass.

The first cherries of spring.

Thanks. And for Guido?

Mario Mezzabotta,

all 200 pounds of him.

Shall we take a little walk?

I know... Naturally,

you think I've lost it.

Yes.

- I'm 30 years her senior. So what?

- It's all right.

I may be the fool, the old imbecile,

the one who foots the bill. So what?

Could you create something important,

beautiful and real on a commission?

For instance, if the Pope asked you?

Yes, yes. I'll think about it.

Excuse me.

Listen, I'm not deluding myself.

Maybe she's only with me

for the money.

Actually, that's certainly it.

But I've never felt closer

to anybody in my life.

Just look at her.

She's pretty, charming, intelligent.

She has it all. Only for the money?

But there are so many rich young men

around these days, loads of them.

It's clear. She cares for you.

Right. And she hasn't tried

to pressure me.

I made up my mind rationally.

The poor thing has never

even mentioned my wife,

my family, never a reproach.

How did you meet her?

In London. She was in school

with my daughter.

How many years have you

been married?

Many. 31.

And your wife...

My wife took it really badly.

She hates her.

While Gloria, poor thing,

is fond of her.

So spell it out. I am a fool!

There must be a shooting schedule.

Dates.

Otherwise we're off to Germany.

We have other offers.

Will you be leaving me

in the dark 'til the end?

You look like a little snail.

- What is a little snail?

- Une petite escargot.

Can you hear the voice

of the springs?

The Romans used to call it

'Happy Waters.'

Maya, let's entertain these bores.

May l?

Are you ready, Maya?

What am I holding?

A velvet purse.

- And inside?

- A white handkerchief.

A red one.

- No drugs, I hope.

- No, it's aspirin.

- A purse.

- Is there any money in it?

2,725 lire.

And this lady here.

What is she thinking?

No dirty thoughts, I hope.

Just think about something.

About what?

Whatever you like.

Are you thinking?

Yes.

I'd like to live another 1 00 years.

Best of luck!

And what is in this pretty

lady's head?

Let me be.

May I think about someone?

Yes. Go ahead, Lady!

Forget about it. I'm ashamed.

What about?

Can I really think of a person?

I'd be afraid to have my thoughts read.

Don't you worry darling,

no risk there.

Would you like to leave? It's cold.

A little kiss and a big slap.

Is that right?

Ladies and gentlemen,

you're thinking, 'What a trickster.'

Well, sorry to disappoint you,

but there's no trick.

And it isn't just a coincidence.

It's an exceptional example

of magnetic fields and telepathy.

I transmit your thoughts to Mlle. Maya.

You! Do you believe

you can hide your thoughts?

Please, leave her alone.

Don't insist.

Thoughts are sacred.

See, it's all a game.

Maya, are you ready?

Just a moment, could we know

what you gentlemen are thinking?

You for instance.

What are you thinking?

What else? My director.

My cross and my delight.

- How are you?

- Fine. And you?

It has been quite a while... years!

Unfortunately yes, my dear.

Just a moment. You're famous now.

Cut it out.

Just tell me what's your trick?

Well, it's partly a trick,

but part of it is real.

I don't know how, but it happens.

- Can you transmit anything?

Anything. Except for her to get lost.

- Do you want to try?

- Yes. Wait.

I bet now, with you, it won't work.

I don't understand. I can't repeat...

Asa... nisi... masa?

Is this right?

- Right?

- Yes.

But what does it mean?

Guido, come here!

Where are you?

Don't be spoiled! What a wonder!

I don't want to take a bath,

I don't want to...

Come here... Iet me catch you?

I know what that rascal wants.

He wants to be carried

by his sweetheart,

doesn't he, the strapping lad.

Come here. Come here.

He never wants to take

the wine bath, the naughty boy.

Don't you know that if you do

you'll grow into a strong man?

Guido is scared! Guido is scared!

The Devil and damnation!

Granny, granny!

The wood is all wet this year.

This prowling cat is just

like your grandfather.

Always on the prowl

and only comes in for food.

Shame on you! Go to bed.

Last time I slammed the door

in his face

and left him outside for two days.

I could have married again

and found a handsome man,

rest assured, better

than your grandfather.

What an idiot I am!

I thought that if I took another

husband, my first husband,

whether in heaven or hell,

wouldn't have waited.

Be quiet! Go to bed, children!

Nanny, Claudio wet himself!

What are you doing?

Go to sleep. You too, sleep.

Little Guido, get under the covers.

It's cold. Be still.

Did you say your prayers?

Aren't you a beautiful sticky bun?

The most beautiful!

Give me a kiss, too.

Who do you love best? Me?

Is that right?

You can't fool me.

I'm going to give you a spanking.

I can tell when you're pretending.

Sleep tight, little creatures.

Close your eyes.

Guido, don't close your

eyes tonight!

It's the night the portrait's eyes move.

You're not scared, are you?

You must be quiet!

Uncle Agostino will look into

the corner and find the treasure!

Don't be afraid, Guido!

We'll be rich!

Do you remember the spell?

Asa Nisi Masa... Asa Nisi Masa... sh!

Sir, you got two or three calls from Rome.

Your wife, I think.

Fine. Get me the line.

- Gino, get the gentleman the line.

- All right.

- This is for you. Good night, sir.

- Good night.

Marcella, that call from Rome, quickly.

No, I'm not offended.

There's only one thing

that offends me.

You know me. No.

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