Under The Tuscan Sun Page #4

I mean, you're the stupidest

woman in the world.

You bought a house for a life

you don't even have."

Why did you do it, then?

Because I'm sick of being afraid

all the time

and because I still want things.

I want a wedding in this house,

and I want a family

in this house.

Signora,

between Austria and Italy,

there is a section of the Alps

called the Semmering.

It is an impossibly steep,

very high part of the mountains.

They built a train track

over these Alps

to connect Vienna and Venice.

They built these tracks before

there was a train in existence

that could make the trip.

They built it because they knew

someday the train would come.

I think your snake has gone

for the evening.

Yes.

I think you're right.

Signora.

Please stop being so sad.

If you continue like this,

I will be forced

to make love to you.

And I've never been unfaithful

to my wife.

Buonanotte, signora.

Yes.

Buonanotte, Signor Martini.

Grazie.

Prego.

A train track through the Alps

before there was a train.

Signor Martini wants me

to have faith.

Something I've never been good

at, and now I'm even worse at.

Not that I don't want faith.

I'm jealous of the believers.

But as a fallen-away Methodist,

I do not expect to emerge

from all of this a Catholic,

although I admit some

interior juggling is going on.

To my surprise, I have become

friendly with Mary.

It started the night she stood

by me through the storm,

knowing full well

I'm not a Catholic.

Yet, somehow, she seems more

like Mary, my favorite aunt,

than Santa Maria.

Aunt Mary is everywhere here,

her calm presence assuring us

that all things will go on

as they have before.

Buon Natale.

Buon Natale.

This is my wife, Flora.

Oh!

And my daughter, Stella.

Stella, buon Natale.

Bellissima.

What a beautiful family.

Wow.

I thought I might see you,

so I have a gift for you.

It is San Lorenzo.

He is the patron saint of cooks.

Apparently, he was martyred on a

grill and seared until he said,

"Turn me over.

I'm done on this side."

No!

Yes. And now he is

the favorite saint of chefs.

Oh!

I think if you prayed to him,

he will help you find

someone to cook for.

Thank you, Signor Martini.

Merry Christmas, Signora.

Buon Natale.

My prayers to San Lorenzo

were quickly answered.

I realized I already

had someone to cook for.

Plenty of someones.

- Bravo!

- Ahh!

- Bravo!

- Bravo!

Bravo!

Aah!

Aah!

- Good.

- See, Frances? Italian is easy.

No!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Have you talked to her yet?

Si.

I have talked to her.

Why don't you go

sit next to her? Go on.

Okay.

Katherine!

Francesca!

Come up!

I'm having my portrait painted.

Katherine?

Come through.

I'm in here.

Oh.

- I'll come back another time.

- Why? You don't bother me.

Frances, this is Zeus.

He's an art student

from Macedonia.

He's staying with me while

he's studying the Tuscan light.

More vino, darling.

Hmm.

He's not bad.

He's not good, either.

Look, I'm going to go,

but I'll come back another time.

Oh, you're so boring!

What?

I said you're boring.

Look at you!

You're sad.

Again!

You're like a big black hole.

Excuse me, but I...

Fefe always said,

"Regrets are a waste of time.

They're the past crippling you

in the present."

I just walked in the door.

How are you ever going to be

happy if you keep wallowing?

Listen,

when I was a little girl,

I used to spend hours

looking for ladybugs.

Finally, I'd just give up

and fall asleep in the grass.

When I woke up,

they were crawling all over me.

So?

So go work on your house

and forget about it.

I said go!

I'm going!

Work on the house

and forget about it.

Gee, why hadn't

I thought of that?

There comes a time

in every remodeler's life

when one doesn't want

any more helpful advice.

There comes a time when you

no longer want shaky guys

staring at you thinking

God knows what,

whispering things in Polish

you're really glad

you don't understand.

There's only so much you can

take before there comes a time

when you just have to get out.

Signorina.

Bella!

Great.

Hilarious.

Goodbye!

You are American?

English? Irish?

There you are.

I've been looking for you.

You said you were gonna meet me.

I've been looking for you

for 20 minutes.

- Who are you?

- I'm sorry.

Mi scusi.

Thank you.

Wait. You just kissed me

and you're going?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

You are too late.

I'm sorry?

I've already found

somebody else.

My loss.

I was wondering

if you'd help me.

I'm trying to find

an antique store

that sells replacement parts

for a chandelier.

Chandelier.

- Vetre-ria.

- Vetreria.

- Vetreria, yes.

- Okay.

Via di La Casanova.

Ah, Via di La Casanova.

- Si.

- You know it?

No.

Oh.

But I know where there is

another store.

- My cousin owns one.

- Your cousin owns a vetreria?

Yes. Antiques.

Is it far?

About three hours.

Two if I drive fast.

Two hours?

Okay. One if I drive really,

really, really fast.

That's very nice, but thank you.

No.

I know you think maybe I'm

just trying to pull you up.

Pull me up?

Pick me up.

Pick me up.

Yes.

There is that chance.

But you are the one who grabbed

me and pretend I'm your husband.

You're probably one of those

crazy American women

like "Charlie's Angels",

and you are going to kung-fu me

and steal my car.

But I'm willing to take

the chance.

You're willing?

What is your name?

Marcello.

Of course it is.

Do traffic lights mean anything?

Sure.

Green light.

Avanti, avanti.

- Avanti.

- Yellow light. Decoration.

And what about red lights?

Just a suggestion.

Marcello. You're crazy.

Thanks a lot.

He doesn't have it.

Why am I not surprised?

- Uncle, I want an ice cream.

- You want an ice cream?

- How many have you had today?

- Two.

Only two? Then get another one.

Give me a kiss first.

Maria, get her an ice cream.

Nice and big.

This is your bar?

We are a family.

I work here.

And I sleep there.

Above my cousin's antique store.

Did you ever taste this?

- What is that?

- It's limoncello.

We made this.

- You made it?

- Yeah.

We take the lemon, and we take

off the skin of the lemon,

and then we put in the bottle

with 3/4 of alcohol

and 1/4 of sugar.

Mm-hmm.

And you put the skin

of the lemon in the bottle,

and you leave it

until it's dried color.

And I forget the rest.

But just try it.

- Do you like it?

- I like it.

You got your ice cream.

Bravo.

My nephew.

Yes.

Hello.

Well, hello.

Hello.

Oh!

Ciao.

Ciao.

Veramente? No.

What?

He says,

"Take me home with you."

He does, does he?

Esattamente.

Ciao, piccolo, Ciao.

Ciao.

I run into you in the street

in Rome, and now we're here.

Didn't you have plans today?

Didn't you have something

you had to do?

So what?

If you smash

into something good,

you should hold on

until it's time to let go.

And now is not the time.

Not in my opinion.

No.

You have beautiful eyes,

Francesca.

I wish I could swim inside them.

What?

No. It's just that's

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