Roman Holiday Page #2

in the souls|of its young men and...

Yeah, I couldn't agree|with you more, but...

Get yourself some coffee.|You'll be all right.

Look, you take the cab.

Come on, climb in the cab|and go home.

- So happy.|- Got any money?

- Never carry money.|- That's a bad habit.

All right, I'll drop you off.|Come on.

- It's a taxi.|- Well, it's not the Super Chief.

Where are we going?

Where do you live?

Coliseum.

Oh, come on.|You're not that drunk.

You're so smart.|I'm not drunk at all.

I'm just being very happy.

Don't go to sleep again.|Come on.

Where we going?

Look, where do you want to go?|Where shall I take you?

Where do you live?|Huh? Huh?

Come on. Come on.|Where do you live?

Come on.|Where do you live?

Coliseum.

She lives in the Coliseum.

Is wrong address.

Look, "signore", for me|it is very late night.

"Mia moglie"... My wife.

I have three "bambino"...|You know "bambino"?

My taxi go home.|I go home together. Excuse me...

Via Margutta 51.

Cinquant'uno.

I am very happy.

Thousand lira.

One, two, three, four "mille".

Okay.

For me?

Now look,|take a little bit of that...

take her wherever|she wants to go.

Good night.

All right, look...

as soon as she wakes up|she'll tell you where she wants to go.

- Okay.|- Moment. Moment.

My taxi is not for sleep.

Understand?|You understand?

Look, pal,|this is not my problem, see?

I never see her before.|Huh? Okay.

Is not your problem.|Is not my problem.

What you want?|You don't want girl, yeah?

Me don't want girl.

Police.|Maybe she want girl.

Stay calm, stay calm.

So happy.

So happy.

I oughta have|my head examined.

Is this the elevator?

It's my room.

I'm terribly sorry|to mention it, but...

the dizziness is getting worse.

Can I sleep here?

Well, that's the general idea.

Can I have a silk nightgown|with rosebuds on it?

I'm afraid you'll have to|rough it tonight...

in these.

Pajamas.

Sorry, honey, but I haven't|worn a nightgown in years.

Will you help me|get undressed, please?

Okay.

There you are.|You can handle the rest.

May I have some?

No.

Now, look...

This is very unusual.

I've never been alone|with a man before...

even with my dress on.

With my dress off,|it's most unusual.

I don't seem to mind.

Do you?

I think I'll go out|for a cup of coffee.

You'd better get to sleep.

On this one.

Terribly nice.

These are pajamas.

They're to sleep in.|You're to climb into them.

- You understand?|- Thank you.

Then you do your sleeping|on the couch, not on the bed.

Not on the chair.|On the couch. Is that clear?

- Do you know my favorite poem?|- You already recited that for me.

"Arethusa arose|from her couch of snows...

in the Acroceraunian Mountains."

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