Miranda Page #4

But if it's not necessary...

we could forget about it.

Get under the covers.

Stop right there.

I'd like us to be married.

Wait, I haven't tested you.

Let's not forget I haven't either.

Well, I'd like to begin by

discussing some business matters.

Business and bed.

I'm giving you the choice.

We can be married or

you can be a peasant again.

And if I marry you,

what am I then?

Part owner of the inn, alright!

But 'Gino's' what

this place is called.

Well, put a sign up calling it

'Miranda's'. Everybody'll be delighted.

The men will, I know that.

Well, so what?

If I marry I suppose...

well then what?

You can begin by learning to love me

and stop calling me "Boss".

It's mine, Tony.

Yeah, it's yours.

No, what I mean is

that it's mine.

- Look.

- Oh my God!

Oh, please, Miranda!

I can't stand it anymore!

Do you still want to

discuss finances?

Tony! Oh, Tony!

Tony, what are you doing?

I am going to keep them

forever.

It's beautiful!

Carlo and Juliette from Naples,

you simply showered me with gifts!

Have you had any news

from the American?

Norman's just not the sort to go

back to the same place.

In person, with a letter

or anything.

Italo and I are going

to get married in Africa.

I don't know what kind of a

ceremony they have there.

And now off we all go to Bologna.

I've reserved at "Le due torri".

Oh Berto! That's wonderful!

Thank you!

I've rented the car from

an earl in Mirandola, any complaints?

Hurry!

C'mon, get in.

Wait a minute, Berto.

Where's Miranda gone?

Where's she going?

You know, her first husband

died during the war.

Hurry up!

- Goodbye!

- Get in, everyone's waiting for you.

Goodbye!

Goodbye! Good luck.

Have a good journey!

Bye, bye!

It's wonderful to get into a bed

with new sheets and a new cover.

But I'd rather look at you.

What do you want to look at?

Everything!

Light the fire if you want

to see more.

Jumps right up.

What's so funny?

Don't you get it?

You're terrible,

you know that!

Here.

You finish it.

Lie down.

I beg you Miranda, please!

Warmer, and warmer ...

That's not bad.

A paradise of erotic

beauty, huh?

I beg you, Miranda. I beg you.

I beg you, I beg you, I beg you!

I beg you! Is that all you can say?

This is the second time

you've begged me.

It's funny, I wonder if someday

I'll have to beg you.

I like your natural colour

hair better.

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