Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd just like him to be mine as he was once.
I'm vacant too, you know?
I can't believe this place is still open. It's unbearable!
Is this Emma? I've been wanting to meet you.
Listen.
- Over there. He said he was your father. - Come on, don't joke around.
Careful not to spill everything. I don't get the meaning of this walk.
Honey, the door is closed. There is no key.
We should learn to love each other so much...
Marcello, what happened?
Because they've remained close to nature...
- Are you afraid of serious talks? - No!
- Hey, where did she go? - She's an elevator, that one!
You'll see them later. They're hurt. They're just hurt. But I promise you...
- She's not kidding, then. - Good girl.
- Giulio, I'm your ancestor. - Get lost, you idiot.
Even in love, it's better to be chosen.
Did you take your drops?
- What use is civilization to you? - Say what?
That'll be the day. I've been paying for all the devil's sins!
...but at home, it's as though I were 80.
Nothing, he's a drifter. He does nothing all day. He just gives my mother grief.
Great idea, Marcello!
What do you want from me? What are you looking for?
Give me the shoes. Let go. I'll be right back.
- What? - Hurry!
Come on, pass him. Run him over!
- The children! - Follow us, please. Get lost, guys!
- It's over. Get lost! Go away! - Scoundrel!
- My watch says 2 a.m. - It must've stopped.
I hope you're not expecting to find a palace.
Me, of course.
- Come here. - Where are you from?
I bet you never made love. Did you ever have a man all to yourself?
But I'll call...
They want the phone number. No!
It's nothing. Stay calm! I'll take you to the hospital.
Mario, where are you?
I've got everything. I'll just go downstairs for vegetables.
The children are coming.
But really, you could write more often, son...
Why? She's not worse than many others.
What exactly do you want to do?
These two will be dead before Christmas.
Oh, yes, he's my favorite painter.
You're talking about Steiner? Had he been threatened?
To your beautiful legs, which I greatly admire. Cheers.
What are you doing to that girl?
Don't you all remember the story that the farmers tell about the hunchback?
Was I supposed to kick them out?
I could keep you a week without getting bored, but you have to do what I say.
That sleaze is in love with you.
What do I care about her annulment? I have enough trouble on my own.
I went there a couple of times.
You know, Maddalena, I thought of you often.
I read one of your recent articles. I liked it very much.
- Yes. - She's so beautiful!
No, really, I don't care.
See you there. Bye.
Where are you talking from?
It was vivid, passionate...
I have to inform the public, it's my job. After all, it's just a little publicity.
- Who is she? - She's the princess mother.
Your father is much funnier than you are.
- Will you excuse me a moment? - Go, sweetheart, go!
We're leaving anyway.
There. Let's see. Let's see you do it.
I don't feel like it. I want to take a walk in this area. I don't know it very well.
- Get lost! - Marcello, tell me where you're going!
And how's Mother?
You can't imagine how sweet it is to fall asleep with a child next to you.
Now they're running in the opposite direction.
What did the lady say? I didn't understand.
Which of the two was making advances, you or him?
Bravo! Very good! Look, you made me cry. Bravo!
...and to call me in the morning before he leaves.
- And who are you? - Good evening.
I
I can't bring you home. That madwoman wouldn't understand.
Let thy ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.
They own half of Calabria and the nicest flats in Rome.
My goodness! All my father gave me were beatings.
Someone... Someone.
It'd be as if I didn't exist anymore, if I were not to speak.
Didn't he say he was his father?
- Sylvia, the shoes! - Marcello, what happened?
...and yet painted with such a detachment, precision, rigor...
Giannelli, do me a favor, don't write anything.
Journalism and literature. Watch out for prisons.
- What kind of wine did they have? - Soave.
- What's she saying? - Lf someone is home.
Yes, madam, it was about a job.
Come here.
- Let's go say hi to the painter. - He's not there.
Look, look. It's coming down.
- And I don't want to be anything else! - No, it's not true.
She's just drunk. She's drunk.
Your desperation gives me strength. You'd be a marvelous companion.
But you're never around. You're always in Rome and you don't take care of it.
No reason.
Get out of the car! It's over, don't you get...
Hurry!
...he called a close friend, begging her to go and meet his wife.
Long live Sweden!
Is Maddalena with you?
- You know her well? - He sure does!
Sylvia, take your glasses off!
Turn him.
Hey, kid, come here.
And it insists on looking.