La Dolce Vita Page #4

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That's what you are: The home!

Sylvia...

Why did you come here?

Go back to America, please.

What am I supposed to do now?

Oh, our Robert is also a painter.

Bravo!

I must see you.

I must talk to you at all costs.

- Who's that madman?

- Frankie Stout, a divine actor!

- Will you excuse me a moment?

- Go, sweetheart, go!

He's dancing with the lady!

Hi, darling.

- He's a good dancer.

- Sweet as sugar.

Very... Very good, yes.

- You're having banana flambe, huh?

- What else?

- The lady's shoes.

- I'll take them, I'll take them.

- I found them...

- That's fine, thank you.

Excuse me. One moment.

What do you want?

Bravo! Bravo, Frankie!

You were great!

Bravo! Very good!

Look, you made me cry. Bravo!

What class, madam.

You're divine!

Dangerous stuff, but very beautiful.

Thank you, sir!

Marcello, give me the champagne!

I don't know.

I'll bring her back immediately.

Give me the shoes. Let go.

I'll be right back.

- Why did she get upset?

- Stay here. I'll take care of it.

Here she is!

- Sylvia, the shoes!

- Marcello, what happened?

Nothing happened.

Go away!

Let's take your scooter.

Marcello, wait for us!

Great idea, Marcello!

Let's take her to Ostia.

Paparazzo, I'm not kidding,

get out of the car!

It'll be an incredible scoop.

I'll give you 50 percent.

I don't give a damn about 50 percent.

Go away!

I'll give you 30 percent.

- Get lost!

- Marcello, tell me where you're going!

He didn't tell me where he's going.

Hurry!

We lost them.

Yes... No... Of course!

What?

...it's full of holes there.

We'd better leave now.

Maybe some other time.

Sergio will be back on the 12th.

I'm his mother.

- Do you have the key?

- No, he takes the studio key with him.

I'm his mother. Was this for work?

Yes, madam, it was about a job.

But I'll call...

I'll call back on the 12th.

It doesn't matter.

Sorry to disturb, madam.

Good night.

Excuse me, isn't she

that American actress?

- Yes.

- She's so beautiful!

Good night.

I can't bring you home.

That madwoman wouldn't understand.

Understand?

Wait a minute.

I've got an idea that maybe...

- Miss, a phone call for you.

- Yes?

Marcello! Are you sure

you didn't dial the wrong number?

Listen, Maddalena,

can I come with someone?

- Someone? Who?

- Who calls her at this hour?

Someone... Someone.

- Why, you're not alone?

- I'm playing cards with my father.

Oh, your father's there.

Tell me.

What is it that you want?

Nothing. I'll call you soon.

I apologize. Good night.

Sylvia, what are you doing?

No, dear. Where am I going

to find milk at this hour?

Sylvia!

Where are you going with that cat?

Rome is full of cats, if we start...

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