Miranda Page #2
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- 1985
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I like it better when
you talk French to me.
It reminds me of the Sacred Heart
nuns when I went to school.
In other countries, everybody
speaks a little bit of French,
particularly the whores.
Tony, more wine!
Leda!
Okay, okay!
Is the meat ready?
Hold on, I can't serve it raw.
I'd call that "well-done".
What was that, Tony?
I said your dress looks very nice.
You think so?
- Oh, yes and how, it shows
off all that nice flesh.
- What does it show off?
I meant that it looks nice and fresh
and not hot and stuffy.
I'll bet it turns you on.
- A paradise of erotic beauty.
- Now you're a poet too.
Oh, all it takes is a bit of nerve
and anybody can be a poet.
Marvellous, how did I end up
trusting him?
I love meat and women!
Especially fleshy women!
Another one!
What are you waiting for!
This card wins.
This card loses.
This card wins.
This card loses.
This one's the winner,
this one's the loser...
You never know. Luck's blind,
as they say.
This one wins and this one loses.
This one loses, this one loses.
This one loses...
Which do you choose?
Bravo.
Now I play.
Are you ready, Mr. Consul?
This card wins, this one loses.
This one loses, this one wins.
This card wins, this card loses.
Keep watching. Once again.
Which is the winner?
This one.
I'm sorry, Mr. Consul, you lose.
That's all right.
Luck's fickle like a woman,
which is why it likes young men.
So if she's a woman,
I imagine she'd like any old man
who paid for her.
These two friends of mine
will take the other room.
They're French,
they're studying music in Parma.
Juliette, Gabrielle.
You don't mind do you, Miranda?
Why don't you ask your friends
to give us a song then?
She can't sing...
And do you sing?
I sing and dance.
Ciao, Italo.
Enchanted, Miss Juliette.
My name is Carlo,
I worked in France.
- Oh, in the mines?
- No! As a diplomat.
I'll leave him to you.
Ok, don't worry. I'll see
that they're well-taken care.
Thanks, Miranda.
Marvellous that you say
my name so nicely.
Is this a party or something?
A dead man is paying
for our drinks.
- A dead man?
- Iride.
He left us 10.000 lire
to celebrate
after his funeral.
Great. Let's celebrate then, ok?
Cheers!
What do you think?
It looks like a battleship.
Thank you.
I might make the letters bigger.
Bigger than they are now?
Berto transports
anything anywhere.
Come on, come on, get in.
- Where are we going?
- I wanna show the depo.
Who was that guy
with the two girls?
Norman?
A technician with the gasline team.
He's American, you know.
He's a son of a b*tch.
Why is that?
He had no right
to call you Miranda.
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