Liz & Dick Page #4

AND MY QUESTION TO YOU

IS THIS...

WHO DO YOU LOVE --

HIM OR ME?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

RICHARD.

NO, SERIOUS QUESTION.

IT DESERVES A SERIOUS ANSWER.

SO, ELIZABETH,

ANSWER US NOW.

WHO DO YOU LOVE --

EDDIE OR ME?

I CAN'T HEAR YOU,

ELIZABETH!

WHO DO YOU LOVE --

ME OR EDDIE?!

[ SIGHS ]

YOU.

A LITTLE LOUDER, PLEASE,

FOR THE ROOM.

I LOVE YOU.

[ SIGHS ]

[ PEOPLE MURMURING ]

Sara:
ELIZABETH!

ELIZABETH,

NOT THAT I'M COUNTING,

BUT IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN,

YOU JUST ENDED -- WHAT --

YOUR FOURTH MARRIAGE?

WHO'S COUNTING?

IT MIGHT BE A RECORD

FOR A 29-YEAR-OLD.

WHAT AM I:

SUPPOSED TO DO?

I LOVE THE MAN --

END OF STORY.

ALL RIGHT, CHECK THE GATE.

ALL RIGHT, PLACES, PLEASE.

ALL RIGHT, THEN,

I THINK WE CAN --

WHERE...

Woman:

MISS TAYLOR.

YOU LET THEM LEAVE?

[ TIRES SQUEAL ]

"HIS FLASHING EYES,

HIS FLOATING HAIR.

"WEAVE A CIRCLE

ROUND HIM THRICE,

"AND CLOSE YOUR EYES

WITH HOLY DREAD.

"FOR HE ON HONEYDEW

HATH FED:

AND DRUNK:

THE MILK OF PARADISE."

WHO KNEW:

ITALY COULD BE SO HOT?

[ SIGHS ]

LAST ONE UPSTAIRS

IS A GOOF.

GOOF? WHAT KIND OF A WORD

IS "GOOF"?

I CAN SEE WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO

TEACH MISS TAYLOR

WE COULD GO:

TO THE POOL.

I DON'T NEED A POOL.

I'VE GOT A WHOLE OCEAN IN YOU.

[ CHUCKLES ]

"LICENSE MY ROVING HANDS.

"LET THEM GO...

"BEFORE, BEHIND,

BETWEEN, ABOVE, BELOW.

"OH, MY AMERICA,

MY NEW-FOUND-LAND, MY KINGDOM,

SAFELIES WHEN WITH ONE MAN MANNED."

[ SIGHS ]

MORE!

I WANT MORE.

"MORE."

I'M STARTING TO FEEL

THAT MAY BE YOUR FAVORITE WORD.

[ LAUGHS ]

WOULD YOU PREFER "LESS"?

[ LAUGHS ]

NO.

[ LAUGHS ]

[ SIGHS ]

NO ELECTRICITY,

AND IT'S AS MOLDY

AS A RUGBY PLAYER'S SOCK.

YES, BUT IT'S OURS,

WHICH MAKES IT PERFECT.

PERFECT.

[ LAUGHS ]

MISS TAYLOR!

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

TURN THIS WAY, PLEASE!

LOOK OVER HERE, PLEASE!

YOU CALL YOURSELVES

JOURNALISTS?!

WHY THE HELL DO YOU WAN MORE PHOTOGRAPHS OF US?!

ELIZABETH,

COME ON INSIDE!

ONE PICTURE, PLEASE.

PLEASE!

[ INDISTINCT TALKING ]

[ LAUGHING ]

YOU FLASHED THEM

YOUR BUM.

WE'LL SEE IF THEY'LL RUN THAT.

I DON'T THINK SO.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

THAT'S GOING TO BE THE MOS POPULAR POSTCARD IN ROME.

[ Laughing ] NO.

MISS TAYLOR'S DERRIRE,

SIR. MMM.

SCREW IT.

THEY WANT A SHOW,

LET'S GIVE THEM A SHOW.

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

[ BELLS JINGLE ]

SIGNORA TAYLOR.

WOW!

QUE BELLISSIMA.

COME VA?

AH, SIGNOR BURTON.

GIANNI.

[ SPEAKING ITALIAN ]

WHAT CAN I:

HELP YOU WITH?

HMM.

RICHARD...

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL.

WELL,

SINCE WE'RE HERE...

REALLY?

CAN I CHOOSE SOMETHING?

ANYTHING YOU LIKE.

ANYTHING?

FOR YOU, ELIZABETH,

ANYTHING.

[ SIGHS ]

[ LAUGHS ]

[ CHUCKLES ]

OH.

[ GASPS ]

THANK YOU, GIANNI.

NIENTE.

I'M THE ONE YOU SHOULD

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