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So they got married.

It was a lovely wedding,

even if a bit hastily arranged.

Riccardo sang Ave Maria

and made us all cry.

And the parish priest,

who'd known us forever,

gave a very moving speech.

My children...

you can't imagine

what a joy it is for me

to join you in holy matrimony.

You, dear Fausto...

and you, dear Sandra.

See? Quick and painless.

Good for you.

See, Papa?

I'm a married man now.

My little girl.

Hold it. Stand together.

Alberto, you're standing

in front of the bride.

Don't quarrel!

Be careful crossing

the streets in Rome!

What are you crying for?

- Riccardo.

- I'm coming.

- Where to now?

- Let's go to Marina.

Good-bye, Francesco.

Thanks, Mr. Rubini.

You'll see.

Fausto's not really a bad kid.

I know.

This must be your little girl.

Your youngest?

Yes, she's an angel.

Of course,

Fausto will live with us

until he can support himself

and his wife.

Good day.

Why does she treat him like that?

Take us home.

Can we buy you a drink,

Mr. Francesco?

No, thank you, Riccardo.

I'm going home.

- Nine and two... that's 11.

- 11 to 20.

You think you won?

Leopoldo, mark two points

for me, please.

Leopoldo, why the long face?

I'm depressed.

What's the big deal?

Just 'cause those two left...

- I wonder if they're in Rome yet.

- What a drag!

You gotta know your way

around Rome to have any real fun.

If he'd gone with me,

it'd be a different story.

A couple of phone calls

and we could have had a ball.

And what about Sandra?

I meant if we were single.

If I went on a honeymoon,

I'd go to Africa, like Hemingway.

Free, in the wild, in a Jeep.

Sounds fabulous.

Africa would be a real escape.

I'd go there with Esther Williams.

- What about Franca Marzi?

Franca Marzi, Ginger Rogers.

Oh, I know!

Remember the surveyor's girlfriend?

The one who burned her shoulder.

- The Ciuffini girl.

- Yeah, Africa with her!

I'd prefer India.

Antonio.

Come on, I called you.

You're always in the way.

What do you want?

You can talk all you like,

but he's in Rome and we're stuck

in this dirty little rat hole.

They make a nice couple, though.

Nice couple?

She's a pretty girl,

but not Fausto, with that face!

He's tall and well built.

- And he has a decent voice.

- Big deal.

We all have voices.

Didn't you have any inkling

about Fausto and your sister?

To be straight about it,

Fausto was a real cad.

He's a scoundrel.

- I wouldn't go that far.

He's a passionate creature,

driven by animal instincts.

What are you talking about?

You think you're writing a play?

Fausto's just a horny...

It's as if one of you went with my sister.

Now there's an idea!

Alberto, leave her alone.

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