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the less I come."

"I love you, Ale."

"Big slut Nina."

"The thought of you cheating on me,

makes me crazy jealous...

And jealousy...

makes me a lust maniac."

I could go nuts thinking

about you cheating on me.

Impossible, because

you'll never know.

Don't joke Carla, I feel like dying

just thinking of you with someone else.

- Thinking of me how?

- Like this?

Like this, like this.

You'll never know it, never.

Never.

Oh, Oh...

Are these the ones?

I don't know,

there should be a butterfly...

No butterflies here.

Come up and look for it, come on.

You could've called

before coming.

I'm sorry.

I thought everything would be ready.

Eh, ready my ass.

You look for it.

Thank you.

It'll take me a second.

If you need anything

I am in the other room.

Here they are,

the book and the panties.

"My dear Charlotte,

it is impossible for me

to live without you...

I think about you all the time...

I love you, my love?

I love you, Bernard".

You whore.

Did you tell Matteo about the loft?

Of course.

I called him telling him

that I was going to check it out.

And did you talk to him

after you saw it?

Not yet.

But I'll tell him that I rented it.

And that's all?

What else there is to say?

You can tell him about me,

for example.

Yes sure, I'll tell him

that you took me there.

Come here, come on, it's great.

Moira...

Moira, where are you going?

Moira.

So many questions...

Get out of the water

and follow me.

I love you Carla.

Come live with me.

Come on, Moira.

What are you saying?

You know that Matteo

will be here soon...

So what?

I am not jealous.

Matteo is jealous.

Forget him.

Oh, hey, are you crazy?.

I like men.

What do you think?

I am not a...

Lesbian?

Yes, lesbian.

Like you.

Ah, you hurt me.

I don't like it when you are violent.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry,

I didn't mean to...

Oh Carla.

Let's go, come on.

Let's go get a massage.

You go.

Go.

There's a masseur...

I am here for the pictures.

Carla Burin.

You should choose the ones to print.

Not all of them are good.

Come over here.

Put the negatives there.

I still can't make anything out.

Here.

What do you think?

You see that not all of them

are good?

In your opinion,

which ones should I discard?

The unfocused ones

and the blurry ones.

You choose them.

I'll come back tomorrow

to pick them up.

- Hello?

- Hi my love,

- I have some great news.

- Who is it?

Just go mom, go.

You're being very mean

to your own mother.

Hello?

Matteo, can you hear me?

Yes I can hear you.

Guess where I am?

In bed with the real estate agent?

Silly.

I am at the loft, it's gorgeous.

She was in love with you then?

I am afraid she was...

Do you have a pen?

- Why do I need a pen?

- To write down the address.

I don't know if I am coming.

What do you mean?

I might not be able to make it.

What are you talking about,

are you crazy?

- No, I just need to prepare for an exam.

- Well, can't you just prepare for it here?

No, I can't.

Why not?

The loft is really quite nice,

you can study

as much as you want.

And then I will be here.

- Exactly.

- Exactly?

Nothing.

I was just saying...

I don't understand, don't you feel like

spending time with me?

Imagine what we can do after

not seeing each other for three weeks.

Don't insist Carla, I told you

that I can't, and that's the end of it.

I don't believe you,

you're joking,

you're doing it to upset me.

Come on, write down the address.

- I told you that I'm not going to come.

- Write it down anyway.

Oh, Carla, you are so annoying,

tell me.

Phone number:
004464567876...

- Did you write it down?

- Yes.

I wrote it down, yes,

but it's useless.

Why are you acting like this, Matteo?

What happened?

What happened is that

I've had enough.

Are you tired of me?

Don't be like that, please.

Are you worried

about the exam?

You worry me.

Why don't you understand?

What should I understand, Matteo?

Please, tell me you are coming--

I've already told you no.

Bye.

You a**hole, these were for you.

You bastard, f*** you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

- My love.

- You missed me then.

Oh, it's you...

Why, who were you

expecting it to be?

Nobody.

- How's it going?

- Everything's fine.

- You don't sound very happy.

- No, no, it's just...

With all this space around me,

I feel a little lonely...

That's what I thought.

That's why I am calling you.

- Do you feel like going to a party?

- A party?

A party at my place.

Well, I don't know...

when?

Tonight. There'll be a lot of people,

also a bunch of Italians.

Well?

All right...

Why not?

Where do I need to go?

Okay, I just need to put something on

and I'll be there.

Don't put too much on...

you know...

- See you later.

- See you soon, ciao.

A**hole.

Oh, you're here, too.

Of course, I wasn't going

to miss Paride's contest.

Who knows who's going

to win this year...

It depends on what Paride thinks.

Oh then it's fine,

she's got good taste.

If they had an award for usury,

you would win for sure.

The face can be deceiving

but not the ass.

Don't you know

that it's the mirror of the soul?

Why is it laughing?

Who?

That ass, it has dimples

on the cheeks.

I think it's making fun of us...

It deserves a lesson.

Yes, yes, it needs to be punished.

Ouch, you idiot.

Your ass is sad because of all the d*cks

that have screwed it.

How fun.

I might go compete myself.

No, it wouldn't be fair, darling.

With your ass,

you'd win for sure.

Cheers.

Can I ask you to introduce

your friend?

Of course, my dear:

Carla, a client of mine.

Mario, my a**hole

of an ex-husband.

She talks like that

because she's still in love with me.

Are you Italian, too?

- Yes, from Venice.

- Ah nice, very nice.

I adore Venice,

especially Venetian women.

Careful Carla,

don't get caught up in it.

Mario enchants women

like snakes do to the frogs.

What are you saying Moira,

as if I were a playboy.

Worse darling, worse,

you are only a Latin lover.

Don't listen to her.

Do you want to dance?

Sure.

I'd bite it.

Every year, there's someone

that tries to be smart.

With Moira around...

I've always asked myself...

Who's designing Reggini's hats?

Some d*ckhead, I'm sure.

The scent of Venice.

I like women that get wet

right away.

It's just the champagne

trying to come out...

Where is the restroom?

Over there, in the back.

Carla...

Is it true that in England,

they don't kiss women down here?

They do something else

to compensate.

What?

- They do it from this side.

- No, what are you doing?

Like the satyrs do it...

in the streets of Gomorrah

or the sacred alleys of Sodom.

Carla, are you there?

Open Carla, I know you are there.

One second.

Great choice, my dear.

A true treat.

I invited you

because I am in love with you.

Not to be that a**hole

of my ex-husband's whore.

I don't give a f***.

How do I have to tell you

that I don't give a f*** about you.

I like men...

Do you understand it, yes or no?

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