Amici miei - Come tutto ebbe inizio Page #3

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- I've seen the Madonna!

- The chaplain! - Enough!

- I've seen the Madonna!

The other people are really sick here!

- Tomorrow you'll settle it with the doctor.

- Unhooded?

# The long, long, long, long shits...

# ...run and melt. They need a bedpan...

# ... from the sister.

# The long, long, long, long shits... #

[In the end the doctor gave

us such powerful sedatives...]

[...that we slept all

night like pumpkins.]

[And so, the day after we

woke up fresh and rested...]

[...ready to start again.]

- Well, at this point...

- # The long, long, long, long shits...

# ...run and melt. They need a bedpan...

# ...from the sister. #

I warn you:

...either you end up this

buffoonery, or I'll separate you.

I'll send you all to

different floors and wards.

- Who wanted the bedpan?

- He did!

There's nothing to laugh about!

630 of cholesterol, 3,2 of glycaemia.

First of all no more cigars!

A litre and three quarters, with

a three percent of B6 solution.

- Who saw the Madonna?

- He did!

Bipolar electroencephalogram.

And who asked for the chaplain?

Well! Call Don Ulrico.

- And you, what's wrong with you?

- Professor, you won't believe it.

Antani like a traction

for two, even if it were...

...a tarred supercazzola,

it is unhooked towards right.

I see.

Three doses of Afasol, one

hour long each. Immediately!

There's still half an

hour to go! Enjoy it!

No! No! But what are you doing?

That's not a rubber

syringe! I want my lawyer!

(With a German accent) Repent,

therefore, of your wickedness...

...because you're a slave to evil...

...and hell awaits you.

- But when has he seen the Madonna?

- Before fainting.

- He had a vision.

- Couldn't it be one of our nuns?

No. She wasn't wearing

either a uniform...

...or a blue dress. She had a fur on.

Close your eyes.

Hey! But what are you doing?

Where does that corridor lead?

To the psychiatrist's. But calm down.

I can't! I have seen the Madonna! Again!

But what are you doing?

Those rings are all crooked...

Should we call Giotto to draw a target?

I'm not crazy! I wasn't hallucinating!

She exists! The most beautiful

woman I've ever seen! Look!

- Quick or she'll leave! There she is!

- Nice piece of p*ssy pie!

- Not bad!

- P*ssy? But she's Laura! She's Beatrice!

And didn't Laura and Beatrice

have a p*ssy? They did!

What Laura! What

Beatrice! She's Cleopatra!

Oh my goodness!

- He's' fainted! - Are you

okay? - Who told her? Here!

Hello, Miss? I'm Perozzi, room 31.

Someone with a beige dress, curly

hair and three roses will ask about me.

Yes. Tell her I'm very sick.

That visits are forbidden,

and I can't see anybody.

- What do you think?

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