Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you give me a light?
- I'm the youngest son. - Rubini, my pleasure.
Cheers to you.
- Grand finale with the lawyer! - Why don't you do a striptease?
I mean, just to take a look. Since I'm not here that often.
What? Did you mistake me for an actress?
- Is it difficult to type? - Do you want to be a typist?
- Is this table okay, gentlemen? - Nothing has changed.
- Damn you! - I never want to see you again.
- Good evening. - Who are you talking to?
Don't lose hold of this man.
Hyenas! You're worse than hyenas! You don't respect anyone!
Get your hands off me!
- Bad boy Marcellino! - How are you?
- You come here. Come down! - I just want to take one picture!
You got me! Now I tell you a joke...
Emma!
- Offered to the gorgeous Swedish actress.
I'm not finished with you. Come here. Raise your head.
They're nature sounds he's recorded.
And now it's the lawyer's turn!
Caterina!
Beautiful women. They all have the same eyes, did you notice?
A more miserable life is better, believe me...
How's work going? Is it fruitful?
...can announce the end of the world.
Emma, what's wrong? Answer me, what happened?
You call that publicity? You got her in trouble with her husband.
He who looks for God finds him where he wants.
- The usual pimps you fall in love with. - Come, come.
For once, you're right. Why don't you strip.
Sylvia! Where are you going with that cat?
...every time I called, some woman answered the phone.
Miss, could you please shut off that music?
When I was on the road, I felt like a lion.
- Happy about your exploit? - What time is it?
Of course it doesn't matter.
- Why did you get out of bed? - Excuse me a moment.
No, too much technique. She's a professional.
The world will be wonderful, they say.
I think of what my children will see tomorrow.
Here they are. Here's Marcello.
We could send the taxi away. Please, go downstairs one moment.
So I propose that our American dancer makes love with someone.
I thought I'd let you read it. And you?
It was a nice party, but that's enough.
I read your poetry a few years ago, when I thought about writing poetry.
If two retire, 10 more appear.
Hey, are you two done confessing?
Distance between the floor and the bullet hole: 1.5 meters.
...I could give you some news that isn't so exaggerated.
What an extraordinary guy.
I want love. I want life. I want to...
I'll leave you the car. Take my father home.
You're a slime. You're pitiful.
Manager! Manager, stop that photographer!
No, no. I'll wait for you here. I'll stay home all day long.
- That's enough, now. Turn on the lights! - Irene, don't be stupid. We're joking.
Father, meet Mr. Rubini, someone who looks like he has a real job.
You'll end up alone like a dog!
- Hey, sons of bitches! - Hi, Riccardo!
Hold on, I'll have you go in the bedroom. Good God.
Marcello, I'll come over there and rip your eyes out!
Hello, Mom.
You can take her home in a couple of hours.
- I'm from Umbria, near Perugia. - Why did you come here?
- Come on, put on Patricia. - Great, Patricia it is.
Hi, beautiful, how are you?
Apparently, before the killings...
To solicit that damn case at the Ministry.
Come on.
- Giulio, when was this house built? - Five centuries ago. In 1500.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
I don't understand,
The producer Toto Scalise has just arrived.
Bertone Mario, Bertone Letizia,,,,
Is your brother hunting?
- Let's go! - Hey, what about the prince?
What are you doing? You can use your abilities to open a bottle of Coke.
As you wish.
...from the paintings of an Umbrian church.
No! Go! Go back.
It's you. You're the only one like this. It's a disgrace. A disgrace.
You can only talk of cooking and bed.
At least, I don't remember.
I can't spend my life loving you.
Because I could tell you everything. You know everything.
- Really? - Yes.
Darling, don't worry. This will help you.
There's a young man who says he's Mr. Steiner's friend.
What about the 500 lira that that journalist gave you?
Wait, I'll make some light.
- There's work here too. - Really?
But who cares anymore? It's time for me to retire anyway. I feel that...
But I'll take care of the champagne.
Not a bad idea.
Hey, Paparazzo. Isn't that Fanny?
Rome is full of cats, if we start...
It's nothing. Maybe I drank a little too much.
- I won't give you any. Look over there. - Where? That way?
...but marriage is something serious. When someone lives with you...
...but they are very rare events. - Couldn't this be one?
- What floor? - Third.
- I'll come. - Thank you.
How is your friend?
You can come in.
Nadia was a good sport, but her striptease didn't warm up the room.
Neither do I.
As you see, these priests don't fear the devil.
Give me a hand.