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You know, the province is a different world.

You will realize it.

Life has a different rhythm.

More slow sleep.

Even more intimate.

We are all friends.

I'm tired of that clear vision.

It's too much one of those.

Yeah, because we are of those others.

What does it matter?

I don't like it anymore.

And I want to wear a skirt after the ski.

You know, Cortina, look who's here.

What an idiot, she brought them here.

We are complete.

And the black one is here too.

I'll tell you.

It's even better than on the manifesto.

The guy on the street is him.

I'll think about it.

Sure, sure.

Does your husband like black girls?

Stupid.

But look, where the hell did you throw him?

He turned the corner, in Africa.

Oh, this is Maria.

I like him.

Come to Marchesio.

Santa Polinare in classe, Ravenna.

Here's where I saw eyes like that.

Break!

This is a painter, a little crazy.

You have to take him with you.

No, it's me who has to take her with me.

With these eyes, I have to make a portrait of her.

Of course, if Giorgio will spare me the time.

If you want to end up on a kind of ex-voto or...

He'll be a good journalist too, but he's never

understood anything about naive painting.

The charm of the primitive, of the genuine.

And you, the most genuine thing you have, Pinina, is wine.

We'll see you.

When you want.

Do you know the way?

See you.

I'll wait for you.

Adriana Morganti, Mariam.

Nice to meet you.

Her husband, the gynecologist Morganti.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Pino Bordoni, our industrialist.

Mara, our cover girl.

Hi.

Engineer Girardi, with his kind wife Elisa.

Pleasure.

And this is our playboy, Carlo Franzero.

Fascinating and irresistible.

We don't want to know anything about her.

Let's find out a little bit at a time.

No, time is lost, my dear.

Here, the only one who will really find out is me.

Why?

Because he has an advantage over us.

He's a gynecologist.

The townspeople don't have any secrets for him.

Well, I'm a lady.

Like me.

Do you want to drink?

Yes, it'll be better.

But it's nice.

You want it?

Today it's my turn.

All right.

Give me a hand.

For you too?

Yes, thank you.

Cheers.

To you.

Well, it's pretty nice, I'd say.

Yes, yes.

But look, there's always the fact of the skin.

The smell.

Not for racism.

But, in short... I've never seen a black woman so beautiful.

A really perfect face.

2005.

Thank you, Mr. Giorgio.

Idiot.

Wasn't I enough for you?

No.

No, Marianne.

You have to let yourself go.

Your body... Your body must be almost part of the machine.

I understand.

I understand.

That's how you are.

I'm here for the job.

You're good.

Here, you've done really well.

Clip your dress, jacket.

Try to keep it straight.

There you go.

Keep it right there and do it.

Who are you kidding?

Come on, Mimo!

C'mon!

Let's go!

You're so good.

You're an old foolish.

You're a dead cat.

You're a dead cat.

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A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause...

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To conclude this monthly meeting, so useful and for the benefit of our

patronage, we raise our thoughts in recognition of the Blessed Virgin.

And we will be here in a month, ready to lend a hand to the poor of our parishes.

I will make you the call.

And with this, dear friends, I say goodbye.

Goodbye, Monsignor.

Excuse me, Vittorio, could you give me two minutes?

It's a very important thing.

Dear cousin, I am at your complete disposal.

What is it about?

It's about Giorgio.

Yes, I was imagining it.

Someone has referred me to him.

She is a good girl, you know.

Nothing to say.

She is also very beautiful, from a good family, graduated, but... She is black.

Yes.

And this is what worries you.

Oh no, it's not for us.

You know us.

You know our faith, our feelings.

Oh God, if we lived down there, it would be different.

But here...

Dear Silvia, all men are equal before God.

And you can't find in me what our religion doesn't grant you.

Are you Catholic?

Yes.

Then, if there are no remors about her

morality and her feelings, what can I tell you?

She will be a good wife.

She will be a good mother.

And I could become a grandmother.

And a grandmother can also love a colorful nephew.

A grandmother.

But...

But what about the others?

Let the others say, this is true Christian morality.

On the other hand, dear, I wouldn't worry so much.

Today, children are born only to those parents who are looking for them.

Did I explain myself, dear cousin?

In any case, may God's will always be done.

Amen.

Amen.

Now the house is in place.

Yes, it's in place.

The problem is, instead, where will you get married?

Why?

I say, you won't have the bad taste to get married in the duomo.

You've already done it with that other woman.

And then?

You don't know, but...

but me and your father would have loved to get married at the Poggetto.

You know, that little old church, so romantic, in the middle of our countryside.

Try to mimic the thing.

Yours is an attempt to silence our marriage.

Few people who see, few who know, few who comment.

But you wouldn't think that your mother... That's exactly what I think.

And then let's put an end to this comedy.

You think so too.

Anyway, don't worry.

The only one who will know is the mayor.

We will get married in the municipality.

Oh no!

It's us, the close relatives of the bishop, Monsignor Vaudano.

Are you crazy?

No, I broke up.

I'll do what I want.

But...

But Giorgio, please.

Don't be mean.

Bye mom, bye.

So, about the paintings...

But I wanted to say, you and the paintings, when are we going to be friends?

We have always been friends.

And so, your paintings?

You know, it's easy to call them paintings.

That's real painter's stuff.

And Pinin is a white man.

Stop.

Let's specify that my painting is a work of art.

I'm the best naïve in the whole of Passafadana.

I'm not an advertiser of the tube like you.

I understand.

You can't joke with you.

Not on my art.

Anyway, one who goes hunting with red pants is already disqualified at the start.

Here they are.

They are all there.

There is also Monsignor Vaudano.

What is it, Easter?

No.

I think it's just a wedding.

Let's go.

Dear Giorgio, there is also you.

And there is also... Yes, there is also Mariam, my fiancée.

Let me introduce you to Monsignor Vaudano.

We are relatives.

Monsignor.

No, son.

Not in this seat and in this dress.

Good.

I hope you will get along well here between us.

Very well.

Thank you.

It was hard to get up.

Hello, Giorgio.

You accompany him, Monsignor, on the parking lot.

Understood?

I know it's my turn.

You have a nice, unbuttoned moustache.

A busy night.

Hey, listen a little.

What does all this pamphlet mean?

Preparation.

If you need a pillow for your eyelashes, I'll give you one of mine.

Thank you.

I'll take advantage of it.

Mariam doesn't bring any.

Bastard.

A plan to attack the black girl.

Dear Mariam, how are you?

Good.

Listen, don't get me wrong, but I can't wait to have you as my client.

Of course.

A serious doctor is so rare.

Have you?

Touched.

Is the bet always valid?

It's valid.

It's valid, yes.

It's a fact that you did not forget your Latin.

Good.

No.

Sir, let's talk clearly.

Where are you going to study?

Well, let's speak as men.

There are two things to point out.

Which ones?

Very simple.

The first one is very easy.

You can't not marry in church.

In church, what do you want them to say, that your wife is a pagan, a Muslim,

a black panther, without God?

Well, what would be wrong with that?

The important thing is that she is honest.

I agree, but what about the displeasure that you would give to your mother?

All right, in church.

And the other thing to point out.

The children, the young ones, the black ones that could be born to you,

or jump out of the church suddenly, maybe in a

few generations, to those who do not expect them.

Yes, this is really a problem.

I fully understand it.

And I confess that it came to my mind here.

Down there, it did not occur to me.

Because down there, a son of color would have been a logical thing.

A logical son.

And what do you advise me?

Catholic control?

Or the calculation of probabilities?

Well, I am a son of Eugenio Knauss.

I recommend this method to my faithful.

But... But in a family matter, do you know what I tell you?

Pillow!

Door!

Door!

Here they are.

They have started their boom-boom.

Who knows if one day they will mature and stop playing war.

Do you think that the fool of my husband, when he has

done boom-boom all day, will then leave his bed, dum-dum?

Are you sure?

Look, he is not laughing at me.

So, girls, we want to try to give him a sense of this day.

Come on, come on.

It would be time.

Then I would have a proposal to make you.

Oh, scene, as usual.

Shut up, bitch.

Idiot.

So, you, no, not even you.

You, you...

You, Maria.

Yes?

Do you know what I can't do?

Why?

Are you crazy?

I won't let you.

Never again.

Mariam!

What did you understand?

I was just kidding.

This bitch.

Bravo!

What are you doing?

Oh, did I make a fool of you?

No.

Spare his neck.

You have to understand that we can laugh.

No, don't you?

Say it again.

It could get worse, please.

You don't Поe my love.

Take this away, into a piece.

Nooo.

No, it's my wallet.

That's the climb.

Yeah, yeah.

Now stop talking nonsense.

Let's leave it like that.

I thought you weren't scared, you already had done it.

The next critically important moment.

Nunca t simmerar?

Just what?

Right.

Open your eyes.

Like this.

Good.

Perfect.

Hi, Janet.

Hi.

Almost done.

Tonight I'm going to give you some samples.

Ah, good.

Good.

So we can look at them together.

Yes.

Goodbye, Janet.

Bye.

See you soon.

Bye, Mimo.

Come, come.

Sit here.

Legs over there.

Turn your head.

A little more to the right.

Lower your head.

Listen, Mimo.

Yes, one moment.

Hello?

Stop.

Yes?

Ah, hello, mom.

To the right, yes.

Where are you?

At six o'clock in Piazza del Duomo.

Stop.

All right, all right.

Say goodbye to Marian.

Stop.

Bye, bye.

Instead, the other bedroom, for the moment I would not change it.

Sure.

Oh God, if a baby arrives tomorrow... Well, if he comes... If he comes.

Because, all in all, it is not bad to wait a little.

And if waiting too long, then it happens that he does not arrive anymore?

It will not be the death of anyone.

There are many couples without children.

And then, you and Giorgio love each other well.

You see, Marian, Giorgio is already thirty years old.

Let's say a boy is born.

Before he graduates and is ready, we need another thirty years.

Thirty and thirty make sixty.

They are not many, but not even a few.

And if one day you find yourself alone, how would you feel with a child?

Would you feel like taking on such a responsibility?

And... and if he was not white?

Have you ever thought about it?

I don't know how, even if I thought about it, I do.

Must be... Must be...

Must be...

But... But, it's not easy, is it?

But, of course, a lot of us are trying to do what I want.

I can't do it.

I'm listening.

He tuned out.

For this wind in which we are unconscious grains of sand, for this river,

first source of every existence, for this sun, supreme creator of life,

I ask you, wise, to grant me the fertility to give a son to my man.

So, Mariam, if it were up to you, I would think about it before having a son.

Of course.

Stupid!

Oh, I don't know if I look like Hitler or a tramp.

Good evening.

Welcome to my house.

Go, Adolf, go.

Uh-huh.

Please, please.

Please, please, sit down.

This is our office.

Yeah.

Hi.

Good evening.

You look excited.

You have arrived at the carnival of Rio.

Oh, what a great party.

I have been there.

I have seen my eyes with those women.

I see, I see, I see, I see, sex, sin, and a night of love.

With whom?

With the one that I love.

Come with me.

Luckily, there's something new this evening.

What?

You.

Hey!

Hi, Marian.

You're a fairy.

You too, Adriana.

You know how it is.

For me it was easy.

A little bit of black and voila.

Come, let's dance.

Marian,

come to the center tomorrow?

I think so.

Why don't you come and meet me?

Why not?

I'll show you my house.

Enough with these long-term plans.

It's carnival.

We'll have fun like madmen.

We'll dance.

She'll be beautiful, I don't blame her.

But I'd really like to meet that idiot who has the courage to marry her.

Excuse me.

I'm in.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Hi.

Come in.

Do you like my house?

It's nice, isn't it?

Yes.

There's nothing more important than this.

Yes, but surely I live here because I like someone here.

Someone who makes me comfortable, but that doesn't matter.

That's true.

I do any photo modeling only if it's worth it.

But I think that for your profession it would be better to live in a big city.

It's true.

But the province has an advantage, when you can fit into

there 20 or 30 people that count, you're at the very top.

I was lucky enough to find that.

I'm so lucky.

I came with Giorgio, so I feel good and everyone is my friend.

No, not everyone.

Don't believe it.

You come from far away, from a different world.

Yours is like an abyss.

If you want to avoid rejection, you have to accept certain habits.

What habits?

Let's say, certain condescensions.

Do you want something to drink?

Yes, thank you.

You see, there are some friends here who would like to know you better.

In what sense?

In the sense of the senses.

Try to understand.

Here in Italy, the sense is unique and always leads to bed.

It's a common way to spend time, not to get bored.

Ah, because you... Bye.

Should I stay or should I go?

Stay.

In the meantime, I have to make a phone call.

Privately, if you allow me.

Bye, Carlo.

Bye, Chocolatino.

Who were you talking about?

About everyone.

He was telling me about certain relationships, man and woman, between friends.

So, as if love were... A game?

It is, Marian.

Frivolous, funny, exciting.

Just like a game.

Therefore, you don't have to give it too much importance.

But if it doesn't matter, it's not love.

It's an instinct.

And also a bit immoral.

Well, let's not exaggerate.

You take these things too seriously.

Here, Carletto is throwing himself.

We'll see.

This time, though, Enricattino won't make you feel bad.

Ah, as usual.

Yes, but you want to put the satisfaction.

I don't send that kind of Santarelli down.

No, Carlo, it's the immoral aspect of all this that I can't understand.

It's not the right time to talk about immorality.

For us, the worst enemy is boredom.

If you want a bit of novelty to not die, believe

me, Marian, you look for it wherever you can.

For example, in the woman of another?

Yes.

No, what are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Leave me!

Stop

it!

Don't do that, Marian!

Marian, I don't like you.

Stop it!

I want to die!

Marian!

Marian!

Please, Marian, stop for a moment.

Listen to me.

Marian, try to listen to me.

Listen, I don't know what happened to me.

Marian, Marian, please, don't do this.

You can forgive me.

Forgive me.

Nothing happened.

And what do I care?

I wasn't there.

If anything, she'll take it with Carletto.

Oh!

And we'll go and laugh.

Let's just hope that the shoot went well.

We'll have a special evening.

You're right.

Just so we don't break up.

As usual.

Let's hope so.

Hi, Marian.

Where are you going?

I'm going to Giorgio's.

But what's wrong with you?

You're not feeling well.

I'm fine.

No, listen.

You can tell everyone.

But not the women's doctor.

Marian, tell me what happened to you.

Nothing.

I was bitter.

I understand.

Listen, I won't go there anymore.

And if nothing embarrassing happened, don't even talk to Giorgio.

It's useless to upset him.

Sure.

Here he is.

Hi, Giorgio.

I took two steps with Marian because she was alone.

Well, I'll give it to you now and I'm going to the hospital.

Goodbye.

You don't like Morganti, do you?

Do I?

It's a pity, because he's your friend.

If only you knew how much.

So we're even, eh?

Of course.

One-on-one.

It's all good.

Of course.

Anyway, for now, Giorgio is the only one who wins.

He goes to the market on Sunday.

He's also with us.

Yes, but the blame is on those who bring the money to Switzerland.

With the air they breathe, they do well.

It's a pity for me.

So the bag goes to the whore.

Good morning.

Hello.

It's clear that Giorgio didn't say anything.

Of course.

Otherwise, the bomb would have already exploded.

Look, Marian is of an altruism that resents total stupidity.

Or is she straighter than we think?

Come on.

That's it.

She'll be married in five minutes.

It's me.

I'm ready.

The promotion is going to be delayed, and it's not your cousin.

When a cousin is a promotion, the relationship

is important, especially for those who envy it.

I must think of being privileged, because he'll marry me.

Well, let's just say that when you have important families, you need to manage

them well, especially in the face of others.

Look, darling, you have a lot to learn, a lot of habits to

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I'm leaving.

I've got things to do.

I'd like this moment to stop.

I want to stay like this with you.

And then?

Then I have to tell you something very important.

I'll marry you.

The problem is that I can't be satisfied with little.

I always want the best.

That's why I need you.

You'll see.

With the first sun it's hot, it happens like a miracle.

Here there's a green that can't be found anywhere else.

Yes, I'm free.

So I can make you the court.

Because you're becoming very important.

Very important.

What kind of reasoning is that?

Do you think two people should always live

smiling, sending flowers or making caresses?

No, my dear.

Even in marriage, the law of contrasts is valid.

You don't appreciate sweet things if you don't know bitter.

If it weren't like that, believe me, love would be a big thing.

Yes, but for every contrast there is a reason.

And I don't see any between me and Giorgio.

Yet he has changed.

It's as if there was something that torments him.

There she is.

For you women, there is only the problem of love.

But look, a man can be worried, sad, distracted, for

a lot of reasons that have nothing to do with love.

It will be.

But I don't understand anything.

Don't worry.

It will pass.

Now that my wife is back, I have to give her straight away.

Yes, you have the stars.

Nairobi!

I'm glad I came back, because my husband's underdevelopment when he sees a black

woman, he immediately becomes a kind of Puerto Rican.

Hello.

He is fraternizing.

We have the black man.

But don't overdo it.

No, no, you weren't in Nairobi.

Excuse me.

During the last safari, I saw that she was playing golf on the belly of a black girl.

It was on the last hole.

Yes, that's why I didn't invite that lady.

I'm sorry for Giorgio, but... But look, she's discreet, very kind and nice, you know.

It was you, but not my husband.

And I don't want him to feel the same as the last time, that hunting game.

Oh, why?

Did they tell you?

My dear, we should be surprised about the opposite.

Didn't they invite you?

Strange, I thought that the English had overcome some prejudices.

Obviously not.

And Pamela, don't tell me that she forgot, since she doesn't know Marian,

this was the right occasion.

It's a pity, I would have gladly seen you.

They're all so rude.

They didn't invite us because of me, is that true?

Yes.

Stop, now you have to talk.

These are days that you behave as if I had done something to you.

While you haven't done anything, is that true?

No, I mean yes.

I married you, Giorgio.

And if this is a fault for you, it means that you are the same as the others.

In fact, worse.

Mrs. Morganti is over there, she asked about you.

I'll let her in.

Hello.

Don't ask me why, I understood that it was the right time.

You know me well, don't you, Adriana?

If I don't know you.

So?

So, can a night like this happen?

There's so much fog, the highway is dangerous,

my husband is at a medical conference...

I have a house here in Bologna, do you remember?

How could I forget?

I get back, I know it, I will.

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A little pause...

A little pause...

A little pause...

A little pause...

A little pause...

A little pause... Ciao, mamma, grazie, grazie, ciao.

Se cerchi tua moglie da me, la porto Garibaldi.

No, ti porto un anticipo, il suo ritratto.

Ma se fossi in te, andrei a riprendermi l 'originale.

E perché poi è a casa tua?

Perché sono bellissimo, seducente, e le stendo tutte con uno sguardo.

O non fare lo stupido.

Lo sai benissimo perché è venuta da me.

Dove poteva andare, povera Christa?

Guarda che lei non è una delle tue solite puttanelle.

Quelle le puoi prendere e mollare quando vuoi.

Che tanto un letto caldo dove cadere, lo trovano sempre.

Che ne sai tu di quello che è successo?

Che ne sai?

Ma sta zitto.

Proprio tu.

E con i tuoi sospetti sumorganti per dar rete e si dice,

ti sei giocato un matrimonio come un povero stupido.

Vuoi bruciarti anche questo?

E se fosse?

E se fosse, pensaci.

O non è per caso che ti sei accorto di aver sbagliato

e cerchi una giustificazione per fare marcia indietro?

Sbagliato cosa?

A portarla qui.

Il tuo matrimonio era giusto là, in Africa.

Per te era facile integrarsi.

Per lei qui è quasi impossibile.

A meno che non si impasti col marciume che ti circonda.

La verità è un'altra.

Tu hai capito che la tua avventura africana è stata un colpo di sole,

un'infatuazione esotica, anche se apparentemente ti rifiuti di ammetterlo.

Perché?

Ti domando perché?

Cosa ti ho fatto per essere trattata così?

Non ti ho chiesto io di portarmi qui tra questa gente.

E neanche io, sai, ti ho chiesto di farmi perdere la faccia davanti a tutti.

Cosa vuol dire?

Ah, non lo capisci?

Te lo spiego io.

Tu sei stata con un altro.

Cosa hai detto?

Che non sei diversa dalle altre, sei una puttana, punto e basta.

Vedi che ci siamo soltanto noi, io non ci volevo venire.

No, guarda che ero io che non ci volevo... Oh, arriva Giorgio.

Senti, Giorgio.

Giorgio, mi dispiace.

Poveretta, speriamo che ce la cavi.

Molto coerente, più ragazza fuori strada di così.

Oh, ma guarda che sei sempre il solito, vè.

Coraggio, signora, è tutto passato.

È stata solo una grande paura.

Adesso sta a lei rimettersi rapidamente.

Tutti gli esami fatti ci tranquillizzano.

Le è andata bene, signora, qualche scodazione e basta.

Anche per il bambino non c'è da temere nessuna conseguenza.

Tutto è a posto.

Venga, signor Martini, lasciamola riposare.

Buongiorno, professore.

Buongiorno.

Come sta?

Niente di grave.

La tratteniamo ancora per pura misura precauzionale.

No, non ci sarà una complicazione.

Neppure per il bambino.

Mi fa piacere.

Sono il suo ginecologo.

Perché, Maria?

Ma non so.

La strada era bagnata, ho frenato.

Questo lo so.

Ma prima?

Dove correvi?

Cos'è successo?

Ti prego, lascia perdere.

No, Mariam, devi parlarne.

Almeno con me.

Non so com'è andata.

A un certo punto...

Non ci pensare più.

Oggi te ne torni a casa.

Non è successo niente.

Tu credi?

No.

Qualcosa è accaduto.

Ho imparato a valutare la gente.

Sì, è vero.

E ne stai pagando le conseguenze.

Era inevitabile, Mariam.

Tu sei diversa da loro.

Ed è per questo che sei importante per me.

Io lo so bene.

Tu avresti preferito che avessi perso il bambino.

Non l'ho mai detto.

Ma l'hai pensato.

Sì, l'ho pensato.

E allora?

Vuoi che lo tenga?

Fa come credi.

Io non sono responsabile della tua immaturità.

Quale immaturità?

Quella che mi ha portato a innamorarmi stupidamente di te.

A seguirti fin qui in questa città.

Tra questa gente che è bianca solo di fuori.

No.

L'immaturità di una donna.

Che di un nuovo ambiente ha subito assimilato il lato peggiore.

E che adesso la butta sul patetico con un figlio.

Per salvarsi dal naufragio.

Tu sei stato un naufragio per me.

E io da te.

Non voglio più niente.

Nemmeno un figlio.

D 'accordo.

Dens tipo il tuo donio.

Ti trovo a dire a chi ti vi ha dato il figlio... ... e al tempo?

Ma dico che sei molto famoso.

Dache!

E di' l 'inconveniente!

Non è vero?

Cus'è chissà!

E' un po' l'inconveniente... ...e altrimenti... ...c 'era un incontro.

Poi è sempre un po' una luce.

Adesso non abbiamo neanche detto niente.

Ma ora, come in roba, buona notte.

E noi in acquiasse.

Um, c'è una bella chiesa... Così, un pò buona.

We have to do something.

We can't disappoint him.

He's so kind.

This painting is so simple that it moves.

If I don't give him a hand, he'll always remain at the provincial level.

There's a concert tonight.

Come.

You're slim, yes.

Ah, if you don't finish in bed, I won't have fun.

And jeans without underwear will be unhygienic, but they capture.

You smell too much, it's clear that you don't wash enough.

But you always go to the shops, it's true that they have it warmer.

But what will they have then, so overwhelming?

Here the meaning is unique, Marian, and it always leads to bed.

You see, Marian, you've become important to me

precisely because you're so different from them.

For us, the worst enemy is boredom.

If you want a bunch of news not to die, you have to look for it elsewhere.

How would you end up with a son?

Ready?

Tell me too, I'm love.

You, Marian, do you know what a safari is?

What if it wasn't white?

You have a lot to learn, a lot of habits to lose, and a lot of habits to accept.

The immaturity of a woman who throws her on the

pathetic with a son to save herself from the shipwreck.

There's a concert tonight, come on.

If you lose weight, yes.

But if you don't end up in bed, I don't have fun.

And jeans without underwear will be antigenic, but capture.

You always go to the safari, it's true that they have it warmer.

But what will they have then, so overwhelming?

So, Marian, are you happy?

Thank you, Pinin.

Thank you, Marian, you were the most beautiful subject to withdraw.

Now everyone knows you.

All of them.

All of them.

And I know them.

Giorgio, Marian isn't coming?

No, she prefers to get bored on her own.

How nice.

But look, it's a snowy mountain, all the female

plants, there's snow on a beautiful Sunday.

I don't know, you have to understand.

It's not that we have so many ideas.

Well, you could go to the usual cinema, right?

Yes, to breathe the smoke of the workers.

Your wife, dear engineer, will have nothing else, but she's democratic.

Of course she's democratic.

She always responds to the greetings of the gatekeeper.

So, do we want to wake up, yes or no?

Let's try to do something fun.

The usual wetting.

I would be for the wetting, you know?

In the afternoon, with the rain.

Adriana, Adriana, you always say it.

Wetting, wetting, and nothing else.

And who tells you?

The fact is that your husband is there.

Ah, for me?

He can do whatever he wants.

Well, since we are in the vein of sincerity,

why don't we wash our dirty clothes a little?

Yes, yes, let's play the game of truth.

Oh, what a pizza.

Perfect, I will need it a lot.

What for?

To know your last crap.

You will understand.

I've been away for two months.

I have the right to update myself, don't I?

No, no, no.

So, remember.

Write to Stampatello because the answer must be anonymous.

Guys, it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman.

I'm asking.

Who of you took Mariam to bed?

You, Giorgio Nutile, answer because we know it.

She wants to.

We must tell the truth.

All the truth.

Yes.

Well, now that I have done my duty as a friend, and I have confessed, good bye.

I have a patient in the clinic who needs me.

But how?

On Sunday?

My dear, many women make love on Sunday, so

it may happen that someone on Sunday leaves.

I say goodbye.

Bye.

I don't.

I don't.

I don't.

I don't.

But is it possible?

I don't.

No?

But guys, what have you done?

What have you done?

But here, if you haven't stopped, Mariam is a kind of virgin.

It's not her fault, it's yours.

You haven't tried it.

Sincerely, I have tried it.

Did I hurt you?

Did I bite you?

And I...

As above.

And I have resumed the event.

I swear it's true.

The fog is rising.

It's too late now.

No, this is not a Augen.

Why, is this all about me?