To Rome With Love Page #8

- Hello, how are you? - Well, thank you.

- Pleasure. - All mine. - Milly.

- We have to go. - Yes - Sorry.

- Hello. Coffee? Thank you.

Coffee with milk, please.

- Anna!

- Hello!

- Milly. - Since when?

- I'm Milly. - Ok.

- There's my wife.

- Do not worry, do not worry.

- I was just going to call you.

How about Tuesday? - Usual hours?

- Anna!

- Oh God!

- Oh, Lady! Hello.

I did not expect to meet you here. - I am Milly.

Ah, Milly? Anyways, Milly,

can you come by my office

tomorrow at about three?

- I don't know, I have plans.

- Okay, I get it.

Well, if you feel like it, come by at about 3:00.

- I recommend wearing the black bra...

- Yes - The thong... - Yes

- But do you go sailing?

- No.

- Hunting?

- No.

- Anna, how are you? - How are you all right!

- Milly. Milly, Milly.

I'm so nervous!

I can't afford to make a fool of myself.

The most important men in Rome are here.

- Yes, the "cream of the cream".

- It 's the whole list of my clients.

- I'm so nervous...

You're too tense, my friend.

Relax or you'll have a heart attack.

How can I relax when my

life is falling apart!

How does your wife put up with you if

you're always so nervous?

Because she loves me for who I am.

- And who is she ... smooching with that

Luchino actor ... what's his name?

- Salta.

- What smooching?!

- You know.

You said that they only held hands.

No, there must be an explanation, because

for me Milly is like the Madonna.

The explanation is simple:

He's a movie star, a sex symbol.

And Milly is beautiful and has never looked

at another man.

But women don't always know themselves.

Especially those who have a hysterical husband

who fears his own shadow.

Why the hell does he have to smooch

if he seduces with his eyes?

You probably couldn't seduce a woman with your eyes.

I want this job, but

I look like a small minded idiot.

Was your wife a virgin when you married?

- None of your business.

- I bet she was, yes.

- We did wild things together.

- What do you mean by "wild things"?

Having sex with the lights on?

Believe me, I was not a virgin.

Okay, I was a virgin.

- You need a lesson!

- By whom? Certainly not from you.

And why not?

Everything is already paid for. It 's free.

- But there are people around.

- I don't see anyone.

- Don't let me forget the carrots.

- OK.

- You really need all this pasta?

- Yeah, I think we need more pasta.

More pasta? We're not

cooking for a small village.

- Tomatoes.

- OK.

- Whose idea was this enterprise?

- Uh... it was hers. It was Monica's.

We all agreed to have dinner together.

Since Leonardo's at work all day,

and Sally's at school,

Monica suggested we do the cooking.

- Can I make a prediction?

- What?

- She can't cook.

- Apparently, there are some things she can cook.

- Like what?

- Like chocolate brownies.

Brownies? You're going to have

brownies as the main course?

Yeah... yeah, I think it should be fun.

- Do you think it needs more wine?

- Hmm, no...

I mean, I know the Italians

cook with a lot of...

There's a lot wine in here.

I can really feel it.

I don't know, it's... you know,

I think it might be the French.

No, let me see...

- I just... I don't want it to be too subtle.

- No, it's definitely not subtle.

- Can I taste it?

- Yeah, of course, please.

Hmm... You know, I think it needs...

You know, I'll get some...

that other wine, that's there.

The other wine? Are you sure?

We've already finished this one.

- Uh...

- OK.

Oh, oh, we have to put the brownies in.

- Can you bake?

- Can I bake? You said you bake.

Well, no. I can't... I have... I just...

I left the, um... recipe in Los Angeles.

But, you know, I'll do it. I can do it by

memory. I'm sure I can do it by memory.

Hey, you wanna just

order from a restaurant,

and maybe dirty up the kitchen

a little bit, and say we cooked it?

Well... Yeah, let me check this sauce.

Yeah, you know what?

I'm gonna check it too, actually.

Oh, do you want, um...

penne or rigatoni?

Don't put the pasta in now.

They're not gonna be home for hours.

- Hmm... What?

- I think I'm a little drunk.

- Really?

- Yeah.

We can just... We can fake it.

- Yeah, I'm... I'm done with this.

- Good.

- I'm done with the cooking.

- OK.

I just... I promised Leonardo that

I'd make a really great dinner.

Yeah... You know, I'm so... I'm so glad

that worked out between you and Leonardo.

Really. Because, you know,

I'm the one that got you together.

Yeah, I mean, he, uh... he's nice.

Sexy. I think you told Sally.

Hmm... hmm...

You know, I... Look, this is...

this is the wine talking.

He's not the most soulful character,

and he's not, um... he's not a sufferer.

What's... what's so great about suffering?

Well, I just...

There's something

attractive about a man

who's sensitive to the

agonies of existence.

God, you would... you would be perfect

to play Miss Julie? The Strindberg play?

The Miss Julie tactic, I learned

it from a friend of mine,

who's a theater director.

Tell any actress who would be

perfect for the role of Miss Julie,

- and you could have your way with her.

- Just so amazed that you would say that.

I mean, Miss Julie is... is the role

that I was born to play.

She is me!

How could you know that?

I have... a kind of non sequitur

question to ask you now?

What?

How would you feel if I kissed you?

Oh, um... That is a non sequitur.

Our little miss shocked.

Didn't you see that

two minutes ago she popped tic-tac.

What do you think that's about?

I'm serious. I'm serious.

What... what would you think?

I would think that you're living

with my best friend.

Yeah, this is true.

And yet, I can't stop myself.

- Oh, that's not good!

- Why? You didn't like it?

No, I... I liked it,

and that's what's not... good.

And you? Will you ever recover from it?

No, no, she's... she's perfect. I mean,

this is... this is too good to be true.

If something is too good to be true,

you can bet it's not.

I have to have her.

What are we gonna do about this?

Are you acting?

Was it a performance?

I can't do this to Sally in her home.

No... no, it's OK. It's OK, trust me.

She... she won't be home for hours.

- No, I just mean I...

- What?

I don't wanna do it here.

For Christ's sakes, what is all this posturing about?

If you're gonna screw your best friend's boyfriend,

does it really matter what the venue is?

- You will never understand woman.

- That's been proven.

This is not gonna be some ongoing

affair behind Sally's back, right?

This is one rainy afternoon,

I'm a little bit drunk...

And yeah, I'm... I'm turned on by you,

but... just not here, not in her home.

OK. Look, the time for debating

is... is long passed.

Let's go down to the car.

Well, the car is different.

You can f*** me in the car.

I'm fine with that.

Smile! Smile!

My God, you cannot!

my cousin!

We met by chance.

I don't have anything to say, nothing. Come on.

Nothing, nothing! Please...

We met by chance!

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