Diciottenni al sole (Beach Party-Italian Style) Page #6

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- You will look for another room.

- Are you crazy?

Don't you know there's nothing

available in Ischia?

You know what you should do?

You said it, no?

We can sleep in the same room,

like we are husband and wife!

Um, I don't like it.

You may not like it,

but don't be afraid.

I won't lay a finger on you.

I have to sleep eight hours.

You can trust that I'll be asleep.

Don't you trust me?

Um, well, I trust you.

Get up and go to the bathroom.

- Why?

- I have to undress.

- You're not already undressed?

- I sleep in the nude.

- How?

- Completely nude.

Close the door.

No, tomorrow I have a fishing competition,

I can't, I just can't. "

Only exercise. No smoking,

no wine, and no women.

No, no women.

Who cares about training?

Can I come out?

Come in.

Oh well.

What have you done with my

bed? And the mattress?

Precautions, you are Italian,

I'm French.

You sleep outside.

Everything is there.

I will not!

Oh, oh!

Let me in!

But I can't sleep outside.

It's uncomfortable, and it's wet.

I'm an athlete, come on!

On the third floor!

- Damn!

Finally! Three months in

Ischia with no rain!

Good night, sir.

- What is it?

- "T" is the letter.

All right. There's been...

Teresa, Tina, Timothy,

Tonia, Tilde, Titina,...

...Tania,

Tullia, Tosca, Tamara.

- Ouch!

- Moist, eh?

No, it stings.

Why don't you shave?

That's my business.

Oh! What about the red-head last night?

- She had a problem.

- What?

She has a friend that

I like more! This one!

- My Lovely-Hair Girl.

You have two heads?

Nanni, you'll ruin it.

- Enzo.

- Oh.

- Your mother is calling you.

- What?

Your mother has

arrived at the hotel, go.

- My mother?

- Come on, run!

- She's calling me? Where?

- Your mother, in the hotel.

- I go?

- Go

- Ladybug!

- Who never sleeps!

Charles!

Yes?

Charles!

Wait a minute.

Charles!

What is it?

I wrote our father.

There's the check, there's the check!

It will be a hundred thousand.

Our father will understand our

problem and helps us...

...He was once young

too, and he played poker.

- He knows how things go.

- Eh.

("Dear idiots, at the poker

table don't you know,...

...Even with a full house of kings,

see, don't raise. Father")

- Five!

- Our weekly allowance.

I have an idea.

Huh?

- I have an idea.

- No, no, no.

What an idea!

We put a ten in front and it

becomes one hundred and five thousand...

...And here where it says

five thousand...

...We write one hundred in

front, elementary, no?

No, that's scamming

our poor father.

Would you prefer that

Gennaro bust your face?

You know Father can't afford it.

At least it's

for the family.

Please, pretty lady,

give me Milan...

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