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- I can always give you a hand.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You know, it really gets me...

that you are going to let him

get away with it.

No, but I'm going to leave him!

I really am!

I'm going home now...

and I'm gonna pack my bags...

and then I stay

in a hotel room tonight...

and, tomorrow,

I pick up my children.

I'm really going to leave him.

I heard that before.

Come on.

That's my air conditioner man.

He wanted a sports car, too.

Take my friend home, Didi.

I'll tell you about it later.

Okay, get in.

Hey, Judge!

I don't want

to know your story, honey.

But someone like you, with class...

if you got together with someone

who knows the ropes...

and who pays off every morning

when your shift is done...

you could get yourself a fur coat

and a silver tea set in a month.

Don't you want a silver tea set?

I already have one.

You could stick the money

in your shoe.

Got to think of that old age.

You do think about your old age?

Yes, I think about it.

Stop! Stop!

Thank you, Didi.

Well, you jumped

right in the cesspool!

Open your eyes.

Speak to me, my darling!

Speak to me!

Oh, Mama mia, that hurts.

- My precious sweetheart!

- Oh, Mama mia, that hurts.

Oh, my darling love!

Oh, my precious baby,

cuddly pumpkin!

The light of my life!

Oh, the gold of my dreams!

Oh, Daddy Bear!

I'm sure you're the young lady

that's been speaking...

such beautiful English

into my earphones.

Am I right?

I knew that voice could only come

from someone looking like you.

And, well, I wanted to thank you.

You're welcome.

I mean, you don't just translate.

Your voice, well, sings it.

It's like music.

Miss Interpreter... Excuse me.

I need your help to speak...

to one of our Japanese

colleagues over there...

if I'm not disturbing you.

With your permission then.

You English devils.

Scots.

Thank you, young lady...

but, unfortunately,

we won't need your services...

because I know the Italian language.

I was in Rome

in 1942, '52, '62, and last week.

Very well then, gentlemen.

With your permission.

Now, would you be so good

as to express the admiration...

of Dr. McCormick

for the Pyramids...

the Suez Canal, the desert,

everything?

"The words of my colleague

are of exquisite beauty. "

"Especially as it is

from your lips that they fall"...

that is to say, my lips.

"It would give me

the greatest pleasure"...

"if you would spend

the evening with me"...

"and possibly all night, too. "

Miss! Miss Interpreter!

May I call you by your first name?

- Why not?

- Thank you.

I could live my whole life through,

top of a mountain...

just calling you Linda.

On top of a mountain?

On top of a mountain, yes.

Your whole life through.

My whole life through.

Just saying my name.

Just saying your name.

Liar.

Bob's the only man

who never lies.

You live alone?

I live with Bob.

He's in Calcutta now.

I can just imagine your wee house.

I see it all.

Pink.

It's white.

White, with lots of flowers,

paintings, chairs.

Go on.

Lamp shades.

And a bed.

That's what you

were thinking of, wasn't it?

A bed?

I was thinking

of a chest of drawers.

Believe me.

From the moment I saw you...

you only exist for me

from here to here.

Where would I ever find

another man like Bob?

A man who could discuss Sartre,

the greats of literature...

sculpture, painting...

read poetry aloud...

calmly and serenely...

while I'm nude?

Nude?

"Like a patient etherized

upon a table...

"let us go through certain

half-deserted streets...

"the muttering retreats

of restless nights...

"in one-night cheap hotels...

"and sawdust restaurants

with oyster shells.

"Streets that follow

like a tedious argument...

"of insidious intent...

"to lead you

to an overwhelming question. "

What a beautiful atmosphere

we've created here.

Perfect!

Tired?

As far as I'm concerned...

you can go on till dawn.

This...

victory of the spirit over the flesh!

Well put. Very, very well put.

I feel like a hermit...

high in a tower above the world...

beyond sex.

That's it!

That's it, it, it!

We're angels!

Come up here with me, you two.

Come up here with me.

Gentlemen! Your Shoes!

Would you like a sandwich?

An apple, nuts and honey?

Milk?

Whiskey? A little soda?

No, plain water's fine for me.

Bob's way up there.

He lives in the clouds.

He's an airline steward.

Listen, Cenci,

two of us is one too many.

Yes, you.

Would you like a slice of lemon

in your water?

Perfect!

- Well?

- Heads or tails?

What about a wee bit

of arm wrestlin'?

Right.

There.

- Ready?

- Ready.

We're just playin' around.

Even post-war informal art

is out of date.

Way out of date.

Notice how art

continues to move ahead.

The world

should leap forward also...

with its traditions and morals.

I wish this night would never end.

It's wonderful.

Once again, my bed has

become the Arcade in Athens...

a sacred place of thought.

What would you two

be willing to do for me?

I'll marry you.

Aye, I'll get a divorce

and marry you.

Big deal. In your country,

you can't get a divorce.

If Linda asks me to throw myself

out the window...

I'll do it.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

Perfect!

Jump.

Morally, I'm already down there...

smeared out on the asphalt

like a bat.

But afterwards, this one

will take advantage of it...

and that's not fair.

Now, here we have Allen Jones.

Now, there's the feeling

of the times, of today.

All right, which one did it?

Which one touched me?

I'm as still as a statue!

Ants could even crawl on me!

Well, I was fallin' asleep!

It's a disgrace!

You ought to be ashamed!

You have sent a dream

up in smoke...

destroyed a spiritual relationship.

A friendship, reverting

to the age of the caveman.

Look at you!

Look at you insensitive mummies!

And we wonder why

there are still wars?

And in front of two creatures

the likes of you...

I don't even have the courage

to show myself as God made me.

The hypocrisy

returns to suffocate us.

It was this.

It moved by itself.

I lost control of it,

and I thought...

"I can't let

an innocent person suffer. "

That redeems you, McCormick.

You're a man.

I deserve more than he does.

I had to hold back this hand

for over an hour...

and that's a tremendous effort

for a Mediterranean.

I felt my heart pounding

and my blood coursing.

I heard the voices crying

inside of me, too...

and I had to keep

my mouth shut tight...

or else a roar

would have come out!

Go on.

Slap me one, McCormick.

Slap me one! Let me have it!

Come on! I...

Slap me!

I'll just turn my other cheek!

Give it! Give it to me

like that!

I deserve it.

I wished you would break your leg

when we were coming up the stairs...

and then, as the ambulance

took you away...

she and I, left all alone...

Come on, slap me!

Come on, McCormick!

Give it...

Now you'll have to hit me back,

Cenci.

I saw you dead.

Dead and gone...

a sheet pulled over you

there on the sofa.

Why, you hadn't even stopped

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