La Dolce Vita

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Lucy, what is it?

Look, it's Jesus!

Where are they going?

Look, look. It's coming down.

What's going on with that statue?

Where are you taking it?

- What?

- Where are you taking it?

To the pope,

They're taking it to the pope!

They want the phone number. No!

Hey, kid, come here.

Listen, what did they eat

at table 16?

The prince ate snails.

- What kind of wine did they have?

- Soave.

Excuse me, Mr. Giulio, I saw them

myself. They had Valpolicella.

- Hi, Marcello.

- Hi, Pierone.

So snails and Valpolicella.

Giulio, let me take a picture.

It's not possible, my friend.

Why do you give him all that money?

If you want information, I'm always here.

Manager!

Manager, stop that photographer!

- Give me the film!

- Oh, come on. The camera is empty.

Everyone has a right

to their own image.

Can you give me a light?

- Listen, darling, come here.

- Me?

- Yes.

- What's the matter?

I must talk to you. Come.

Good evening, how are you?

- Well?

- Sit down.

- Where? There's no chair.

- Squat down.

- Sorry.

- Naughty boy.

- Why?

- Because you're a naughty boy.

And you know what I'll do?

I'll break your little face.

I have to inform the public, it's my job.

After all, it's just a little publicity.

You call that publicity? You got her

in trouble with her husband.

Do I worry about your being cuckolded?

- You're not a journalist.

- Great journalism.

- Shut up. Don't overdo it.

- You'll kill me.

- Has he arrived?

- No, miss, he didn't show up yet.

When he arrives, tell him he's an idiot.

Give me a whiskey.

I can't believe this place is still open.

It's unbearable!

Good evening, Maddalena.

How are you? Alone?

- Would you like to dance?

- No.

Shall we have some vodka?

No. Everything's going wrong tonight.

I'm leaving.

- May I accompany you?

- Why not.

- Your friends are ready to attack.

- Marcello, where are you going?

- Miss Maddalena!

- Please, leave me alone tonight.

Welcome back. Here she is.

More photogenic than a star!

Every night the same story.

Don't they ever get bored?

Paparazzo, enough!

You should be used to it by now.

You're a public figure.

Marcello, where are you going?

Tell us where you're taking her.

I:

I'd like to live in a new city.

Where I don't know anyone.

Personally, I like Rome very much.

It's sort of a moderate, tranquil jungle

where one can hide well.

I'd like to hide too, but I can't.

I can't.

- What are we going to do now?

- Take a ride. Stay here.

I'm fed up even with Rome.

I'd like an island.

Buy one.

I thought about it.

But then, would I really go there?

You know what your problem is?

You have too much money.

And your problem

is you don't have enough.

Meanwhile, here we are,

the two of us.

That's not a problem. We're among

the few people left to be unhappy.

- What happened to you there?

- Nothing.

You shouldn't worry. You're so rich,

if you fall, you'll land on your feet.

- You really think so?

- Oh, yes.

I can't even stand on my feet.

I'd need a sort of charge to stand

on my own that I don't have.

When I make love...

Yes, with love there is this tension.

- Only love gives me strength.

- Long live love, then!

Annamaria, come and look!

That's not a car, it's an apartment.

- Who are you? Liliana?

- No, I'm not Liliana.

- And who are you?

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Who are you talking to?

Who's there?

Liliana's not here anymore.

She went to Milan.

Do you want to take a ride with us?

- Me?

- Yes.

Come along.

This lady is asking if I can go

for a ride with her. Should I?

Let's take a ride with this girl.

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