Incompresa

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GIULIA SALERNO is

MISUNDERSTOOD:

Angelica's cat had 5 kittens...

perhaps Mum and Dad will get me one.

I already have a name for it: Dac...

I don't eat meatballs.

Thanks, Mum.

The f***ing salt!

"With my respects, take away the hex.

With my respects, take away the hex..."

No!

F*** you, b*tch!

I'm not hungry.

- Then make yourself hungry.

See? Your daughter does the same.

Nice example you're setting.

You always blame him.

- Quiet, you.

Don't tell my daughter to be quiet.

- Forget it, don't argue.

She's my daughter, too.

Who raised her, the mother?

She hasn't cared since she was born.

For her, she might as well be dead.

Who raised Donatina, then?

Your cocaine addict ex-husband?

Will you get me a cat?

I already have a name for it.

No, no animals in the house.

- Dac... - End of subject.

Hello, Mum? How are you?

Yes. So, when are you coming?

Mum, can I speak to Grandma?

Listen, you should see how good

Donatina is on a horse. It's incredible.

She's better than I was at her age,

and she's prettier, too.

Okay, love you, bye.

What did Grandma say?

- That it's raining in Switzerland.

That she'll come and see us soon.

Who the f*** did this?

I know who it was, if I catch you...

Mum, Mum!

"He who tweets like a canary is no

son of Mary, no son of the Lord...

When he dies he gets ignored,

taken by that man called Satan."

Want to end up in hell, too?

Here it comes!

Now I've got a headache, f***!

Mum, Mum, Mum!

Aria threw meatballs out the window,

she always does it.

You're just like your father,

I'm sick of both of you!

Enough! What's all this noise?

I said I've got a headache and

you don't give a f***, as usual!

I pay for everything,

and all you do is make noise!

Plonking away on that piano!

Come on, don't play the victim.

Refuse to eat and you'll die, you know?

Go to bed, put your braces on

and drink your chamomile tea.

I'll come and kiss you goodnight.

It's all your fault.

- It's your fault!

Ouch, are you crazy?

Don't spit at me, b*tch!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you! Kill you!

You still owe me 10 million for

that piece of sh*t convertible!

With that guy, as well?

A kid like that...

And you even got yourself

caught by photographers, why?

Because that's the way I am!

- It's your fault! - Your fault!

Your fault! - Your fault!

- Your fault! - Your fault!

There are lots of ways to cry,

but mine is the most arrogant.

See what your father did to me?

He's a monster. Understand French?

A monster!

What happened to you, Ist?

- Nothing. I fell down, Ist.

Are you all dolled up?

- Who's that?

New kid, he's in class 5D.

He's so cool, but really poor.

His parents have a stall at the market.

"Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name...

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven...

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses..."

"Hail Mary, full of grace..."

"Forgive us our trespasses, as we

forgive those who trespass against us..."

Miss, Ciccio is copying!

Let's see your homework!

Ah, good!

Copying your homework,

and during prayer!

Go to the blackboard, go on!

And he's not Ciccio, he's Ciuccio!

Ciuccio, get back there! Idiot!

The usual b*tch, you should give

her another bite on the face.

Right, once again the best essay

of the day was done by Bernadotte.

Aria, come up here! - Because her father

is famous? Who does she think she is?

Who gives a f*** about her?

"My best friend...

all I have is her.

Angelica is my friend's name...

but we're so alike that we use

the same name, Ist and Ist...

and we tell each other everything.

As soon as I've done something I tell her,

otherwise it's like I haven't done it.

Before, she had really long hair...

now she's cut it really short,

so I have to get mine cut, too.

And we love each other."

Good, go and sit down.

Right, Maria Teresa: F.

Andrea:
D minus.

Yes!

Who do you think has the biggest tits?

- Maria Teresa.

Who's that? - Her.

- Ah yeah, she's a 10!

What are they called, Maria and Teresa?

- Angelica's only just sprouted.

Come on, she has two little buttons!

Just like Aria over there!

- Pigs!

Like you said, everyone has

a couple of little buttons!

Aria's as flat as a table!

Aria's a 2!

Think about your own scores, dumb-ass!

11 years old and you're still in grade 5?

See this? Then take this!

Whores!

He's right though,

that b*tch has two melons...

Isn't she ashamed,

wearing such tight shirts?

She asked me to go to her house.

- Are you going, Ist?

Me, what do you think?

I'm with you, Ist.

I love you.

- Me, too.

Why are they following us if

we don't even have tits?

What do we care?

We're different.

No one is brave enough to dress

like us, we're the coolest.

What if they only like me

because my dad is famous?

They're following you, not him.

Bye, Ist.

- Bye, see you later.

Dad!

What are you doing with the Betamax?

- It's broken.

And the hairdryer?

- Leave it alone, go home!

Do you see her? - No, she won't come out.

- Are you sure she's... - There she is!

There she is, there she is!

- It's her! - Down, get down!

Damn, she's so pretty!

- Where's Angelica? - I dunno!

See how pretty her hair is?

- Yeah. Get down! - Did she see us?

No, she's leaving!

Aria, I love you!

- What the f***? - Idiot!

Got the chalks? - Yeah, here.

- Come on! - Here, take this.

Are you done? - Come on, let's go!

- Quick, or she'll see us!

Aria! - You're so beautiful!

- I love you, Ciccio. You're so handsome!

What are you saying? - Darling!

- Cut it out!

You're seeing Ciccio! - Stop it!

- Everyone knows. - Fat ass!

Stop it! Cut it out! Mum!

Stop it! Mum!

I have to study! Got it?

Who started it?

- Her. - It was Aria.

Of course, who else?

Manuel?! Manuel Ginori!

Stop, stop, I'm all sweaty.

I didn't know you were here.

I wanted to surprise you.

So, how are you?

Hold on a moment, the girls!

Hey, I brought a present for you.

This is for Donatina.

This is for Lucrezia.

And this is for Aria.

And this is for your mum.

What are you doing?

- You don't know? I'm getting my stuff.

Our parents are getting divorced.

Dad's taking me with him.

You guys are staying with Yvonne.

- Why aren't you calling her Mum?

Dad!

Dad!

Are you really leaving?

- Who told you that? - Lucrezia.

Yes, no... just for a while.

I'll be back, I'm leaving for a film.

Yes, you're dad's leaving;

he's not brave enough to tell you.

She's crazy, it's her fault!

- Yeah, he's right.

It's my fault that I had a kid

with a shithead like you!

Lucrezia, we're leaving!

That way I don't have to listen to

this f***ing amateur play the piano.

Speak for yourself, you dog!

Come on, Dad. - At least I'm famous.

- Dad, let's go...

They write about me in encyclopedias.

In your face, whore!

You'll always be a loser!

You ponce, get out!

Yes, I'm leaving! That way you're free

to f*** whoever you want in this house.

The cuckold is leaving!

- Yes, you're a cuckold!

You disgust me; you f*** anyone.

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