Swept Away Page #3

- I can't eat this.

- What's wrong with it?

Nature boy!

You! Pee Pee!

- Yes, madam?

- This fish is bad. It's off.

Bad?

In that case, if you don't want to

eat it, you probably want to wear it!

Now it doesn't look so bad, madam.

- You blinded me!

- Now you can bake the cakes.

- Anthony! Help me!

- Sit down, rich boy...

...or you'll need all the drugs you got

to ease the pain I have for you.

- Shut up! Tell it to the fishes.

- Help me!

Now Peppe is in charge.

You listening to me, nature boy?

- Yes.

- Why are you serving bad fish?

She needs a doctor!

A checkup from the neck up!

- Shut up and take this.

- Don't tell me to shut up.

You made it bad.

You take it up!

- What did you say?

- You take it up!

No. The other bit. The bad bit.

- What did she say? In English.

- She said the fishes is bad.

Bad?

- Tastes okay.

- Of course.

Never mind. Cook another one.

- Why?

- Because they're rich...

...and all rich people are the same. They

play little games. I see it all the time.

Don't react. They get bored,

and they change the game.

Our job is to smile... Like idiots.

The chef is sorry the fishes wasn't

so good. He's cooking new fishes.

Are we being punished

because we're rich?

No, madam. I love money.

If you weren't rich,

you wouldn't be here.

No punishment here.

We love you.

And we love your money more.

That's it, Greek idiot.

Smile.

Happy birthday, Mrs. Marina.

You look gorgeous.

- It's always good to see you.

- The pleasure is all mine.

- Professor, welcome back.

- I'm not a professor.

Of course you are.

Did you have a good time?

- Let me help you.

- Thank you.

- Are those ruins old?

- Yes.

All right. I've got it.

- Did you have a nice day?

- Yes, I did. Thank you.

I bought some fresh fish.

- Peppe always catches the fishes for us.

- I don't care about Giuseppe's fish!

What she said? What's the f***ing b*tch

complaining about now?

Did one of your crew members

just swear in front of me?

No, no. You mean "fuking"?

This is the Italian name of the fishes.

He doesn't think it's very good.

- "Fuking" is a fish?

- Yes.

I don't care if it's fuking, puking

or a f***ing kung fu king!

I want that fish,

and I want it tonight.

- Okay, madam.

- Thank you.

F***ing, puking, f***ing good cooking

I want her on my table tonight...

Shut up, idiot.

I can't cook that.

These fishes are beneath me.

This is fishes?

Where did you get?...

Cook Peppe's fishes instead...

...and pretend it's their fishes.

Got that?

- Now, that's what I call fish.

- Yes.

- Here's to the fishes.

- Hear, hear.

It's really good.

Isn't it, Michael?

Yes, it is. It's delicious.

- It's just right. Great job.

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