Miranda Page #2

they're studying music in Parma.

Juliette, Gabrielle.

You don't mind do you, Miranda?

Why don't you ask your friends

to give us a song then?

She can't sing...

And do you sing?

I sing and dance.

Ciao, Italo.

Enchanted, Miss Juliette.

My name is Carlo,

I worked in France.

- Oh, in the mines?

- No! As a diplomat.

I'll leave him to you.

Ok, don't worry. I'll see

that they're well-taken care.

Thanks, Miranda.

Marvellous that you say

my name so nicely.

Is this a party or something?

A dead man is paying

for our drinks.

- A dead man?

- Iride.

He left us 10.000 lire

to celebrate

after his funeral.

Great. Let's celebrate then, ok?

Cheers!

What do you think?

It looks like a battleship.

Thank you.

I might make the letters bigger.

Bigger than they are now?

Berto transports

anything anywhere.

Come on, come on, get in.

- Where are we going?

- I wanna show the depo.

Who was that guy

with the two girls?

Norman?

A technician with the gasline team.

He's American, you know.

He's a son of a b*tch.

Why is that?

He had no right

to call you Miranda.

- But Americans always do that.

- Italians don't!

I wanted to show you the work

they've done on the garage.

Look.

That's where our house

will be, right there.

Selling watches?

That one's for you.

Put it on.

Oh, Berto.

Darling.

Just a minute.

There's something

I want you to see.

Come on.

Where did you get all this stuff?

I got it all with 50% off from

that furniture company I work for.

And look what else I've got?

I delivered truckloads

of these to Bologna.

I don't think they'll miss

the case I stole for us.

Cheers.

Stop it, would you, that tickles.

I want to marry you, Miranda.

I want to marry you...

Do you know that men with socks on

really turn me off, especially

when they're wearing boxer shorts?

And besides didn't you tell me

you love me because with me

you had freedom?

I must have a woman who

will stand behind me.

Well, look around!

Where do you think I am?

Pretty funny, except when

I make love I do it front!

You know I'm never going

to marry you.

You'll marry the old man, huh!

Or maybe you fell in love

with your American friend.

How can I make love to someone

who doesn't understand the woman

he says he's in love with?

- Women are all alike!

- And you're useless!

No! I'm sorry!

You made me angry.

You don't even know

how to get angry!

I like your arse Berto,

that's all! Put it in the

closet for all I care!

No, Miranda

don't go!

Please, come back!

The proprietor

has had a breakdown!

Go on, Gabrielle,

give your seat to Miranda.

Why does it have to be me?

He'll take you back in the truck.

Oh, sh*t!

Goodbye, Gabrielle.

Goodbye. See you later!

Goodbye.

Who the hell does she

think she is! B*tch.

There's hundreds like her

and better.

Right, and here's one.

And all of them piss

the same way.

Beautiful...

I want to amuse myself

Let's go Baby com'on.

Do you want a little?

Sure.

What's that?

It's Turkish gum.

Makes you high.

I want some too.

Here they are!

I really like women who

get wet right away.

No, no, it's only sweat.

Besides I have to pee.

- Want me to leave?

- Why are you ashamed?

Is it true that where you're from

they don't kiss girls here?

Who taught you to drive

me crazy like you do?

I learn fast on my own.

Com'on, kiss me.

No, not here.

You know where I mean!

Do men always do what you want?

What about Norman?

Do you like him?

He's handsome.

A bit strange though.

Strange, how?

It's hard to say.

He's different.

Italo would like us to go

to Africa together.

Africa?

Yeah. His folks are in Somalia.

He wants to live there,

work selling new trucks for Berto.

And you?

I don't know.

I miss Jack.

We were so in love.

And I was in love with Gino.

It's nice to love only one man.

- One at a time.

- No, one forever.

- But I guess you were right.

- About what?

Love.

You do forget.

And life goes on.

I like new men in my life.

It's not true that all men

are alike, you know?

Did you and Italo

go to bed yet?

Before he sleeps with me

he insists I say

I'm in love with him.

I wish you had, 'cause I'm

dying to know if black eyes

are good or not!

Do you think Tony has a girl?

- He does okay in Ferrara.

- Did he tell you that?

He never mentions it.

But Italo told me he's famous

in every whore house in Ferrara.

He's famous?

Whore's like him a lot.

It appears he can give

any old hag a great time...

No! That's incredible isn't it!

Not our Tony!

He's got something but it's hard

to tell just what it is.

What, what is?

He's got...

Well, I don't know what he's got.

You and I ought to go

to a whore house too!

- What!

I mean it. There ought to be

whore houses also for ladies.

Tell me,

doing it in bed...

do you like it?

Why don't you?

I get more worked up doing it

in the country or in a car,

in the movies.

In bed, I can come only by

squeezing my legs together.

Well, then let the guys spread.

Just as long as you both agree on it.

There are men who say

that a lot of girls are frigid.

That's stupid, no girl is frigid,

they don't exist.

Only guys who don't

know how to do it.

For example, that one.

With the robe on?

- I can see him nude!

- Nude, no!

Sure, look at all those hairs

going down his belly

all the way to his donger.

His is timid look.

It's all shrivelled up.

He's got no arse at all!

I think all men should be

looked at arse first.

Right, it gives you

the whole picture.

Look at that one!

There's a bummer.

A professor.

Lawyer!

A mechanic.

A Queer!

Wanna Dance?

We don't understand. We are French.

Do you speak English?

Wanna dance?

We have a car too.

Okay, just one dance

but that's all.

Our husbands are very jealous.

- Good evening, boss.

- Hi.

Did they tire you out

in Ferrara?

Not in the least.

Would you like to see?

Were they pretty?

I'm not complaining.

Is that the way you get them

excited, those b*tches?

You bet, I know plenty of ways

to get them going.

Think there should be whore houses

for women just the same as for men,

don't you think so?

Eh, Tony?

There are plenty of

very good places

where men come and go

as they please

and a woman like you

can take her pick.

Like this inn,

for example, big boy...

Oh, I wouldn't even imagine...

It's up to you...

Stop right there.

But why should I stop

if the others don't?

Stop I said!

But look Miranda ...

- Don't forget you're an employee here!

- And you're my boss.

Bravo. You've managed to keep

your thoughts together

no thanks to all those whores

you satisfied.

Stop it now, Tony,

you're finished, you hear.

I only wanted to give you

the cash for the ring I sold.

That's what I like about you.

You're useful, I can rely on you.

Oh, and the copy, have you

got it yet?

There is no copy. One of my

lady friends bought the ring.

Dirty bastard, you put my nice ring

on one of your whore's hands.

Well, look what I sold

it for. Count it.

She paid twice as much

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