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"I never do it...

"Come on, enough".

- This is for you.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

"Shall we give him a ride?

"Come on! Look at the

poor guy running.

"Listen, why did you do that?

What kind of fun is that?

"Nothing, just a laugh..."

- You didn't like it upstairs?

- No, not that much.

- Here it's standing or the first row.

- First row will be fine.

- Come on.

- Coming.

- "Do you sell eggs?

- No, I've bought them.

"Nice geezer, and he's

got a pleasant profile".

- It's the same movie today.

- What?

It's the same film as yesterday,

and the day before yesterday.

I know, but there's something in

the middle I didn't understand.

Is she awake?

Yes, I've just served

the coffee in bed.

Later Victorina will

prepare her breakfast.

- What?

- Nothing. Didn't say a word.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing. Why?

- Your eyes are red.

- No.

I've had conjunctivitis

for thirty years.

It's a pleasure to have a

handsome brother like you.

Come in.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- What are you doing?

- I have to go, I can't stay.

Why?

Because I don't like it. You sleep

on the sofa, and besides...

your sister Giovanna...

No, Giovanna is very happy.

She's always alone, you know.

She's taken a liking to you.

I also like her, but she

cried this morning.

She cried, her eyes were red.

No, no! It's just that

she has conjunctivitis.

No, I can't let you leave.

Has she understood I love you?

- Will you help me find a hotel?

- There's the Pensione del Sole...

Yes, for old times' sake.

- Is that boy you?

- Yes.

- And the man next you, your father?

- Yes.

A handsome man!

He looks like you.

Rather, it's you who resemble him.

- Who's the other man?

- It's Marshall Tito.

A friend of yours?

Well, yes. Though

we never met.

What do they have for

breakfast in France?

Bye, see you tonight.

- Do you want some more chicken?

- No.

When I was leaving I saw that my sister

was preparing homemade tagliatelle.

- And I'll have to eat them.

- Well, unless you don't like them.

Rather... it's late.

- Want me to wait for you?

- No, I'll just finish these numbers.

- Good night, Chantal.

- See you tomorrow.

- You're Swedish, right?

- I'm French, from Maisons-Laffite.

Me, I'm Italian.

From Afragola.

My father sent me to work

at my uncle's hotel-restaurant.

- I don't really like it.

- Are you going back home, then?

Yes, unless I find another job.

And you?

I landed here when I was 20.

I was part of the ballet-show

"Les plus belles".

I stayed here, for love.

When we arrived on tour...

we would play in small places,

no Milan nor Rome.

One night while I was dancing,

I was stricken by a spectator.

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