Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you think so?

Patrizia, please. Please.

♪ Time to pick my heart Up off the floor ♪

greater than that of a father for his son.

[Patrizia] Maurizio.

Protected from who?

Well, look at this place.

Maurizio noticed the priest lighting candles...

- Hey, Fernando. - Hey.

I couldn't say no. I needed the cash.

[thanking in Italian]

This is your new office.

♪ Is it raining with you ♪

[indistinct conversations]

That's what the brand requires.

I am sick of your talking.

So good to see you.

[man] Maurizio!

This is legacy.

I love this place.

♪ Heaven knows, heaven knows Heaven knows, heaven knows ♪

Maybe you should meet him.

[Maurizio] Grazie.

How do you know all this?

[answering machine beeps]

They bought Tiffany's in '84 and turned it around quick.

Six is all I will pay.

He only talks about himself.

I don't have their Tuscan character.

What if they dig deeper?

[sputters] Patrizia, that's not the point.

[both chuckling]

Jewel-tone velvet.

They have to go.

I'm tired of being held back.

- Ciao, Aldo. - Ciao!

You fit right in.

[reporters clamoring]

It's only midnight, Cinderella.

So, what do you want from me now?

[Paolo stutters] Well, no, no, no.

["Largo Al Factotum" playing]

I'm considering it.

When did you last hug him?

- Put Alessandra in the car. - Paolo, what's wrong?

let alone start a war with anyone.

Yeah, Patrizia is just playing dress-up.

Fuck a duck, it's over here.

[Paolo wheezing]

[both chuckling]

I know they have...

I'm disgusted by the way your father treats you.

I'll leave you with nothing.

since it's no longer his primary residence.

- This is... - Oh, wait.

[horn blaring incessantly]

- Si, this is Aldo. Aldo Gucci. - Aldo.

I see pole dancers flanking the runways.

[alarm beeping]

How the fuck is he gonna run Gucci?

[lighter clicks]

- We are outside the church. - Paolo!

What kind of car is it?

No browns, no pastels.

My brother, he's a difficult man.

[Domenico] The house in St. Moritz.

My father's problem is that he's stuck in the past.

Don't be such a cretin.

just because you enjoy playing with trucks.

[cattle lowing]

[man] Losses are likely to total $30 million this year on sales

I'm sending a draft of your contract next week

Yeah. When did you last touch him, huh?

Will I get what I want?

These gatherings are becoming more and more

- You have ideas? - Boof.

We could offer you an exclusive deal

Don't focus on the process, focus on the result.

By carrying bags around for rich aristocrats.

- And you have to provide us now with photographs. - [Patrizia] Uh-uh-uh.

♪ But then why should we not ♪

Yeah, well, I brought something for you.

And, of course, 50% of Gucci S.P.A.

What do you think of the macaroons?

Watch him. Watch him play.

Because I have expensive taste, huh?

[clock chiming]

He hates Gucci talk.

That scarf is my signature.

[crowd cheering, applauding]

Oh, my God. My wife...

Keep your fucking voice down.

There's no cars there.

- Okay. Okay. - The tiny little mouse is a character.

Can I help you?

[speaking Italian]

I've never seen anything like it.

[soft instrumental music playing]

[answering machine beeps]

♪ I feel love, I feel love I feel love, I feel love ♪

- No, it's six. 600 million lire. - We said eight.

- Ciao, Franco. - Ciao, Franco.

Come. Come here.

Paolo, it's here.

What about our family business?

That's it. What are you doing?

I'll have to look at my diary.