Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're the first woman of creation.
Tell me.
No, I didn't. Guys, I'm serious, out in half an hour.
Don't make that face. Do you think we're any better?
I finished the film. I'll be right back, okay?
Amilcare, tell the generator operator to move down a bit more,
This guy's been talking about the Orient for 15 years.
...what it means to love someone! - But you do, right?
Is it still you? Why don't you leave me alone?
Don't scream. It's a respectable building.
Let's stay in here. Let's keep this nice intimacy.
Yes.
You'll see.
Here. It comes with the waitress! What more do you want?
Wait a minute. I've got an idea that maybe...
Which door? What's the number?
Why are you laughing?
Marcello, wait for us!
Do you want to think about it and discuss it later?
- Come on, let's go with my father! - Where?
Some hypocrite gave me 1000 lira and a pack of smokes.
If you could see my real height, you'll see I'm not much taller than this:
Marcello!
Why, what can we do? I mean, just for a couple of hours before going to bed.
It's so beautiful. It always makes me cry.
Maybe he was afraid of himself...
I don't remember! I don't remember!
But you seem so different. What do you do with your days?
Okay, Steiner, don't be too noisy.
Every night the same story. Don't they ever get bored?
Let me go in with you. Come on, Marcello, let me in.
- Might as well stop now. - Oh, no? You'll see. You'll see!
Yes.
- John Barrymore. - And a million lira?
To Nadia's health and her newfound freedom!
What?
Pay attention. You put a coin on your forehead...
Hey, get out of there!
- Are you sure we're not disturbing? - Not at all. Come on.
Where are you?
- Where are you going? - To my fiance's castle...
- Sure. Which brand? - Black & White.
- Why, you're not alone? - I'm playing cards with my father.
- Who did Maddalena come with? - Who's Maddalena?
At least they do certain things with elegance.
- He's fun, huh? - Yes, very.
- Why? - Because you're a naughty boy.
They're locked up in police headquarters.
Don't leave her alone!
Put on Patricia. I'll turn off the lights.
You read my poems, but you never understood me.
- Me? - Yes.
- Boy, you sure are vain. - I'm not vain, dear. I work.
I didn't see you. But I propose the panther do it.
- Yes. - You must be from the South.
Stay right there. Good. Don't you move.
I'd like to hide too, but I can't. I can't.
Be careful, this place must be full of rats...
Things didn't go well tonight?
...and give you the chance to focus on what interests you more.
...and you don't know which one to choose.
- Here they are. - Turn off the lights, you fanatic!
Father.
God, Marcello, I pity you.
Liar.
Yes, I swear on my mother.
...to thou, O Lord, we present the humble soul of thy son, Aloisio...
All known means are accepted.
Nicolina, be careful, the honorable is going to jump you in there!
- I'm ready to bet that when I'm dead... - Listen to the silence!
She asked you if you like me.
The brigadier is waiting for you.
I made a good choice. Now, when I turn off the light, make a woman out of her.
I won't say anything, you're a man now...
It's going. I'm gathering material. Actually, I just finished.
I'll be right back.
No, don't worry. I like it better this way.
Dawn always makes me emotional. So emotional.
I'm a publicity agent. And with great satisfaction.
- It doesn't seem like a woman's writing. - What do you know about women?
Sometimes she makes me so upset and other times...
I'll show you the way.
...this is the least we can do.
He's dead!
What is it, Marcello?
Do you believe in friendship among peoples?
- Nicolina! - There they are!
- Hi, Marcello. What is it? - Good morning. I'm Mr. Lucenti.
You shouldn't worry. You're so rich, if you fall, you'll land on your feet.
- Who's that madman? - Frankie Stout, a divine actor!
Liliana's not here anymore. She went to Milan.
Who knows? I didn't look him in the face.
Why don't we do a nice report for the paper in here? It's like a cemetery.
It's sort of a moderate, tranquil jungle where one can hide well.
- He went to Riccione with his wife. - Let's hitchhike.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!
With my line of work, I run around all day, Dad. I only go home to sleep.
I got it, I got it.
And with age, these things get worse. Here it is.
...why don't you tell us what you'd be capable of doing for an interview.
Personally, if you allow me...
I'm ready too.
Most of all, I have projects.
One should live outside of passions, beyond emotions...
They even let me play the organ.
- What about these guarantees? - I'm not signing anything.
- The Madonna, - And who saw her first?
- Hopefully they'll give me 2000 lira. - 2000 lira? I set the price around here!
- I was going to the pharmacy. - You left him alone?
It's always better than writing for those half-fascist papers, no?
- What happened to you there? - Nothing.
Where?
That's her.