Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, man, I better not see her or I'll have to kill my wife tonight!
I love you, Marcello.
I can't even stand on my feet.
Turn all generators off!
Follow us!
- Unfortunately, yes, I got gypped. - That's a good one!
You must have an incredible gallery of memories.
What kind of joke is that? If he's hurt, you'll have to support him.
Bye, Marcello.
You know, I can't find it.
You big slut.
I'm not saying hello to you. You either.
Marcello, come down.
Your Italy is an ancient land filled with natural and supernatural forces.
Maybe some other time.
- Now, say good night to everyone. - Good night.
You ruin everything.
- Countess Cristina! - Irene, if you are scared, come to me.
Wait, don't start yet. I'll give you the signal!
So will you marry me? Or are you afraid to answer?
Can I go home?
- The wife. - The wife, come on, Paparazzo.
- Didn't you say you wanted to go home? - Yes.
I want to make love!
Showing her wonderful teeth...
Steiner said that you have two loves...
Sorry to disturb, madam. Good night.
...but Father didn't want to hear it. - So, what's next for the great journalist?
- A kiss? - For you, Marcello.
You are the true primitive, as primitive as a Gothic spire.
- No, it's not true, Dad. - Well, it could be.
- Since when? Were you a close friend? - Did you see him lately?
Go ahead. It's open.
I love you. I only want to be with you.
Try the channel hoses and keep them at minimum capacity,
Once, in a cabaret like this one, there was a beautiful girl...
I feel some energy...
I'm not laughing.
Good evening, Maddalena. How are you? Alone?
- You didn't even come to my exhibition. - What a beautiful hand.
No, I always go to the cinema. At home, there's nothing else to do.
- Here's my boyfriend. - Good. Go to him.
- Marcello? - What is it? Are you going out?
What would you like to eat? Something light.
Why, I ask? Why are you so crazy?
Meanwhile, have a drop of whiskey.
- Can you stay another five minutes? - Sure.
The bra, it's the second to last item. Am I right?
I wasn't going to say anything scandalous.
You know, I've read all your stories from around the world.
We're not used to hearing these sounds anymore.
Well, did you take care of my business?
Everything gets shelved here. Anyway, you look well.
- But it's alive. - It's been dead for three days.
No, I'm not going. I'm staying with you!
- Are you coming? - Nope.
Here. This is the room for serious talks.
- Why? What did you think? - Me? Nothing. I wasn't thinking a thing.
Poor thing.
What class, madam. You're divine!
What is that light down there that's blinking always in the same place?
Interesting work. Artistic work, in some ways.
By the way, a friend of mine who was here told me...
Do you like bearded men?
They're taking it to the pope!
Gloria, wake up. We're here.
Emma, why did you do it? Tell me. Why?
Put the horse on the table and her on the ground.
You're the mother, the sister, the lover, the friend...
Now you've really bored us. What are you trying to do?
Marcello...
Irene, please, if you see a ghost, throw yourself into my arms.
And you? I'm so happy to see you again.
Quickly! Hurry, please.
It's the nicest, as far as style goes.
Go away! Go away once and forever!
Eugenio, enough! Try to be serious, otherwise go away!
- What are we going to do now? - Take a ride. Stay here.
This isn't love, it's brutalization!
...which, with its colors and its aroma, is as joyful as our country.
- Paparazzo, give me a break. - But it's a nice shot!
- Sorry. - Naughty boy.
- And now the beautiful Nadia. - Shall we go?
Very... Very good, yes.
Should I come up?
Then, I promise, I'll come say good night.
- I want to make love. - What?
...is everything all right? - Yes, I'm in great company.
- Don't leave. - I want to leave, I want to go home.
- Drinking, smoking and going to bed. - And this is your wisdom.
How come you're in Rome?
After all, it's a duty of hospitality towards a foreigner, a tourist duty.
Quit it with that little voice, will you?
An inaugural and commemorative striptease...
- Why Australia? - Where's the head, where's the tail?
- Is it male or female? - What's it looking at?
Excuse me. One moment.
What have I done to be treated this way?
And you know what I'll do? I'll break your little face.
Yes, yes, he wants to eat spaghetti Bolognese with me. Go away.
- You're not a journalist. - Great journalism.
Miss, your champagne.
- Paparazzo! - Good. Invite your friend too.
Then, Lisa...
You, half-impotent as a man and as an artist...
Doctor, it's 12:15. I must go to the bus stop and meet his wife.
- Where are you going? - I'm going up there to see something.
No, I won't tell you where I am. I don't know when I'll be back!
I called it. Where's my hat?
Remember, the children are smaller. Am I in the shot? Can you see me?
- The pizza! - Be careful not to drop it!
I'm too serious to be an amateur, but not enough to be a professional. There.