All language subtitles for Monella.DVDRip.Xvid.Ita.1998.Eng

FRIVOLOUS LOLA

It's so true... life is short,
but an ass gives it meaning.

And what an ass!
Happy is he who can have it.

What a nice babe!

Such shame!

Well, with a mother
like Zaira...

And a father like Andr�!
But is it true that he's the father?

Well, there are those who say yes.
There are those who say no.

EXCLUIR

Go to hell, you little squirt!

Well, isn't she here yet?
-No, not yet.

You just asked
two minutes ago.

What's wrong
with you today?

Nothing. Why should there be
anything wrong? Why do you asking?

He has what I had
when I was his age.

When you were his age,
you were horny for me,

not for some happy-go-lucky
daughter of who-knows-who?

What do you mean "who-knows-who"?
Lola is Zaira's daughter.

That's my point! A woman who worked
as a coat checker...

aboard a transatlantic liner!

What's so bad about that?
One job is as good as another.

Indeed! And she came back
pregnant and not married!

She came back
with Signor Andr�!

Let me remind you, a true Barabbas indeed!
- What are you saying?

He was the chef
on the Normandie!

Listen, I just tell it
like I see it.

And I see Signor Andr�
living in C� del Mosto doing nothing,

with a woman who acts as his
governess but is really his lover

and another whom he treats
as his daughter,

even though she has
her mother's surname!

The life of a king, by God!

I know you'd like to.

But me, I won't give
my Masetto to such people.

And anyway, why is everyone
is such a rush? They're still young!

They've probably
already done something.

Oh no! That never!
I would swear on my Masetto.

Well, he's not a faggot.

You can bet on that!
He's not an idiot either!

And he has
better manners than you do!

Look what I have to hear.

EXCLUIR

- You're lucky, you are!
- What do you mean lucky?

Well, because I like you, no?

Ah yes. And how much
do you like me?

If you come with me,
I'll show you.

Hey! Who do you think
is going to knead the bread?

-Vamos, abrace-me!
-Tem massa em minhas m�os. INCLUIR DEPOIR
"You! If not, what am I
paying you to do?"

Here!

What are you doing?
-I'm cleaning you, no?

Oh yes, Lola, you're right.
I'm so lucky!

Enough! You're exciting me too much.
-And so?

And so first you have to become my wife.
With me no, but with hookers yes?!

For your information,
I don't go with hookers.

With you no, because I don't
want to disrespect you.

"For your information?"
You're crazy!

Listen, Masetto,virginity is like
a crumb of bread.

The first bird that comes along
takes it away.

- What are you trying to say?
- That you're an asshole!

Excuse me? And who is it
who goes around half naked?

It's hot! What should I do,
dress like a nun?

Tell me that you think
only of me.

Yes, you know I think only of you;
I see no one but you.

Signor Tommaso,

the dough has risen.

I'll see you after lunch.
-No, go respect somebody else.

- Shameless thing!
- Talking to me?

You could have at least brushed up a bit.
-Oh, I leaned on some flour sacks.

I know what you leaned on.

Hey! Why?

Insolent bitch!

Blessed!

Without heads they're more beautiful.
The body is more expressive than the face,

and above all,
it doesn't lie.

Right, the quintessence
of being:

"Coito,... ergo... sum"!

En effet, all the rest
is merely distraction.

Oh, you can even say
it's a lie, a mischief,

or even worse, a curse.

Work, success, progress...

all bullshit.

Only there, I am.

Some of the credit I think
is due to the black and white.

Zaira was made
for black and white.

I'll never forget
the first time I saw her,

in Le Havre.

I was already
chef on the Normandie,

she was the cloak girl
in first class.

She had on a black uniform,

with a white collar,
black stockings,

and pure white skin.
A bombshell.

She was going with someone else,
but left him for me.

She sacrificed him for me.

And you, in exchange,
sacrificed your travels,

your adventures,
your philanderings.

All I gave up were
today's stupid myths.

That boom of theirs
will blow them up.

Here, on the other hand, I laugh at all
the trouble the world's getting itself into.

It's enough for me to have
what I want on my plate and in my bed.

And that's
the joie de vivre, Pep�.

C� del Mosto, your friendship,

Zaira's ass,

And Lola's...

smiles.

But is she really
your daughter, Andre?

What fucking difference
does it make?

How disgusting, Mama!
- You'll eat them, though.

- We thank the Lord who
created them.

Blessed be the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.
-Now and forever.

I have something for you.

He's the good Pope.
He'll protect you.

See if the water's boiling
and check the salt.

Seems good to me.
You know that Andr� is salty.

I know, I know.

Now clean your hands

and get a tray with two glasses,
a carafe of wine,

and four bread rolls.

Here, take it to the master.
He's in the study with Pep�.

What's the matter, Zaira?

Oh, my daughter's
growing up.

We thank the Lord
who created her.

Take it, Father. The little rump
is yours by right.

-Oh, the little rump! ACRECENTAR DEPOIS:
"It's the bottom of the salami,
the prior's portion."

thank you, God bless you,
thank you so much.

Is it true that you and Maxim
had a lover in common?

A famous dancer?

Famous yes,
but not for her dancing.

Once she took 12 men in a row,
one after the other.

She loved rituals, she did.

But, wasn't he impotent?

He warmed her up,
then I arrived.

Like I told you,
she loved rituals.

Oh Lola,

bonjour, ma petite.

What a pleasure!
Good morning, Signor Pep�.

Mama sent something
to eat and drink.

The wonderful smell of the bakery.
It's more the smell of the baker.

And how is Tommaso?

Why do you care?
You don't have to marry him.

If that baker makes love
the way he bakes bread,

you're a truly lucky girl.

Shall I put it here,
or will it block the projector?

Put it there.
Put it there.

Thanks!

It's not the tray
that will block...

No, no!

Not that. It's forbidden.
You know that.

I'm like Bluebeard,
every door except one!

And that?
Where did that come from?

From an old boat, L'Atalante.

- Does it still work?
- I think so. Take it.

Help me.

Come on. Come here.
Come on.

What are you doing?
Let me down!

Go now.
I give it to you.

Go!

It's your present.

Go on.
Leave us to our work.

Of course, it's delicate work.Many a time
you'vehad to exchange one ass for another.

I find her delicious...

a cream puff.
-And something more...

A rare natural slut,
ready for everything.

- Who? Lola?
- No, her.

And who is she?

Carla, a provincial wife,
shameless and amoral,

and with a fear of hell that makes
her even more delicious.

- Where did you catch her?
- At Michelle's dress shop.

She went there for a dress.
This is only an audition.

Today she comes back
for a complete service...

a supplement.

I promised her that the photos
would be published only in France.

Besides, no publisher
in Italy would dare.

Andr�... are you coming too?

- Of course I'll come.
Even though, I'm sorry,

but I fear
she'll be disappointed

that we want much less from her
than she seems willing to give.

As for me, I'll be comfortable
only if you come.

Michelle is a bit jealous
when she sees me with certain models.

You know, provincial women
always make you become someone else.

That's why I have to do "evil"

every now and then
and "give free rein

to the rest of my wants,"
as Zaira calls my adventures.

Bravo, Andr�! Show everyone
that toi c'est toi,

and it's up to them
to take you or leave you.

Come, come on,
I'll accompany you.

It's a splendid day.

I'll marry.

I'll marry not.

But if someone comes in?
He'll enjoy the show.

The Normandie
was a floating house of pleasure.

EXCLUIR

Pep�, prepare her.

I'm done.

The stakes are ready.

Sim, beautiful.

Turn around.

I'll be the first. Then the others
will all follow.

How many others?

Twelve.

As you wish, mon Chef.

In my hands, this bakery, I'll make it
a modern, a real moneymaking factory.

Quiet! Quiet!

There! There!
Quiet! Quiet!

The Knight!
The Knight of Italy!

I don't see any knight.
A few twats, maybe.

He who knows how to see, sees.
He who knows how to see, sees.

The Knight of Italy!
-Who is he?

Gildo the Voyeur,
everybody knows him.

What's a voyeur?

Someone who gets excited
by spying on... the Knights of Italy!

-And the Knights of Italy, who are they?
-Dickie birds!

But he seems to be
a harmless sort.

He never bothers anybody.
It's enough for him to watch.

You see, Lola, I want to put in
a breadstick factory,

to start in the mass production
of sliced bread

and egg noodles
for export to Germany,

perhaps even opening
a modern farm for egg-laying hens,

with mechanized
transportation of fodder.

There are so many things, Lola,
that I want to do with you!

There's only one thing
I want to do with you!

Wait. We'll go
a bit further away.

- The voyeur's over there. - So? He doesn't
bother anybody. It's enough for him to watch.

I want it, Tommaso!

Do you feel me?
-Yes, I feel you.

I feel you.

Take me, Tommaso.
Now! This instant!

Come on! Do it! Do it!
What are you waiting for?

You know what I'm waiting for.
For us to get married.

But he says no, he doesn't
have anything to wait for. ACRESCENTAR: DEPOIS:
"Don't you see
that he can't wait any longer?

Put your panties back on.
No, I won't put them back on.

First I want you to disrespect me.
- You want what?

- I want you to take me,
screw me, deflower me!

Only a few days from our wedding,
why do you want to ruin it all?

I don't want to ruin
a fucking thing.

It would do me good
to know before marriage!

I want to know
beforehand if I'll like it.

Beforehand! I want it
as a proof of love.

Proof of love? My love for you?
That's utterly ridiculous!

And then what else do you want?
The world upside-down?

Wake up, Masetto! Where do you think
you are, in church or at the movies?

You're jealous, and you're
afraid that I'll cuckold you!

That's why you don't want
to make love with me!

You want to keep me a virgin as an insurance
policy against being cuckolded!

Poor idiot. If I want, I can make you a
cuckold before or after the marriage!

Go, go, run away,
marry your factory!

Stop, Lola.
Where are you going?

To find someone
who's not as dumb as you are.

Will anyone take me? Is there anyone
who will disrespect me?

Lola, come back!

Hey you, voyeur!

What happened?

I scared him too.

You see, you should
always stay with me.

Idiot!

Idiot!

You're right;
I'm an idiot.

Oh God, the dressmaker!
I have an appointment at 5:00! Run!

We'll get there in time.
Don't worry.

Sonia! Come!

It's beautiful! Come!

Get going, come on! If I get there late,
you better watch out!

I have to try on
the wedding dress.

What's the use of a dress now,
now that you're not going to marry me?

I want it all the same. Maybe so I
can marry someone else.

What's wrong with it this time?

Do something. If you don't, you'll bleed to
death on me before we get to the dressmaker's.

You do something, damn it!
Get my handkerchief out of my pocket.

I can't find it.
There's no handkerchief here.

There's nothing at all.

Use your blouse,
your skirt, something!

Wait.

Give it here.

A woman's juices are the
best disinfectant.

You're really crazy.

What goes on inside
that little head? What?

Only because today is Easter.

But it's the last time
that I'll do it.

Is it my fault
if I find it disgusting?

I know how good
your finger is.

What have you been eating?
Goddamned bird!

Leave it.

I'll do it.

What are you sucking,
stupid?!

You'd love me
to have it like this, eh?

Come on, let's go, idiot.

Just in time!

Wait!
I'm coming with you!

Are you crazy?
A wedding dress

seen by the groom
equals marriage come to doom!

Let me warn you
about that dressmaker.

The French are all a bit whorish,
and so are dressmakers.

She's both,
so figure it out!

But why should I prefer
a cretin like you?

I'll wait for you at the bar.

Oh hell! What a storm!

Capricious, like women.

Oui, j'arrive.
I'm coming right away.

Ah, c'est toi.
Vite, mon chou. Come in.

Sorry I'm late,
Signora Michelle.

It's just that I have other
appointments. We'll do it quickly.

Voil�.
-Beautiful.

A true masterpiece!

It's coming along marvelously. Get
undressed. Let's try it on right away.

- Really, I can't.
- Pourquoi pas?

I'm not wearing panties.

Ah, �a alors! Did you lose them
on the street, par hasard?

Uh, sort of. Let's say
it was an emergency.

Oui, oui. I understand.
At your age, it can happen...

c'est pas grave.
I have exactly what you need.

D�shabille-toi.
We'll fix it right away.

Vite, vite.

Vite? Vite?
Pourquoi vite? What's the hurry?

I'll tell you later.
Pep�'s waiting for you.

Go!

Voil�! They come from Paris.
They should suit you well

Et bien, ma petite... chapeau!
Quel physique!

Thank you, Signora Michelle.
I'll return them to you tomorrow.

Mais non, what are you saying?
My gift to you. They'll be my wedding present.

However, the best dress
for you would be to stay nude.

Yes? And how can we go to church?
Only in a veil?

What a pity!
You're perfect!

I know men, ch�rie,
men who would pay...

men who would pay a fortune
for someone like you.

Might you still be a virgin?
-Unfortunately!

- How much would they pay?
- A lot, a lot of money!

Every girl is sitting on a fortune,
and doesn't know it.

Just think, there's a man
who is ready to pay a great sum,

only to be near you,
without doing anything.

Then it's a mania!
They all don't want to do anything!

"Don't want to do anything"!

No, Signora Michelle,
thank you, but love is fun.

If it becomes work,
it's not fun anymore.

Excuse me for a moment.

Signora Carla?
- Good evening.

- Good evening, Signora Michelle.
- Par l�.

Donnette!

Oh, mon chou,
you're such an angel.

But your husband, Signora Michelle,
what kind of photos does he take?

Photos d'art, bien s�r.

But the models in Italy
have no class.

In Paris it was something else,
plus chic!

And how is it that you
came here?

-Oh, la guerre, la politique
the movies.

I was a costume designer.
He was a camera operator.

But that's an old story.

Voil�.

Perfect. Attends, we still
need the veil.

Ne bouge pas, if you don't want
the pins to prick you. J'arrive...

Her ass sings a song
popular in Jamaica

where the virgin wears out the club
of a marvelous sailor. Apollinaire.

I agreed only because they're
artistic photos, Signor Andr�.

But of course, my dear,
artistic and poetic.

Don't squeeze your legs together.

There, like that.
Now lift your slip.

Good.
Let's bend a little forward.

Voil�. Take care that
the light on her ass is right

Signor Pep� knows me, but
you, Signor Andr�,

What are you saying,
Signora Carla?

Oh, pardon.
I'm looking for a veil.

Oh, mon Dieu, non!
That's the wedding veil!

Oh God, Carla,
you are worthy of D'Annunzio.

Where the arch of the back begins
and fulfills the longing hand.

Am I pretty?

Un bijou!

D'Annunzio.

I got it.
What do you think of it?

Oh. I wouldn't know.

Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, ma petite?
Something not right?

No, nothing. Maybe it's the dark
sky, the rain.

It always happens the first time
you put on a wedding dress.

But it passes.
It's only a little cockroach.

-A little what?
How do you say, cafard...?.

Ah! Melancholy. Andr� also says
that, when Mama's sad.

Oui, melancholy...
tristesse.

But I'm not sad, Signora Michelle.
It's...

I'm mad as hell!

Bravo, Lola. Toujours we need to be mad

as hell, even when we get married.

You took a lot of time!
It took the time it took.

Is it nice, at least?

Are you having something?

- A marsala.
- At this hour?

If I feel like having a marsala,
so what?

A marsala!

Did you see the nice wedding present
that Signora Michelle gave me?

- Cover yourself!
- Why?

- They're looking at you.
- So?

Will you stop staring at her?
Otherwise her boyfriend will get mad.

Relax. We're not at home.
This is northern Italy,

the guys don't get offended.

You want me to get into a fight?
Behave yourself!

Oh Tommaso,
you're so boring!

Oh God, oh God, oh God,
now we got problems.

Stop it, Lola.
Let's get out of here.

Not me.
I'm not going anywhere.

No. Because it's raining
and I need to go pee.

Can I give you a hand?

Guys, it's a done deal;
she's mine.

That's enough already!

What are you doing?
Are you nuts?

Hey!
What manners!

From now on you dance only with me.
-And then they say we're the jealous ones!

You want me to break
that Bedouin mug of yours?

Try it then.

EXCLUIR

Oh no!
Not the pinball machine!

I wouldn't marry him even if I were dead!
I'm free, to do whatever the fuck I want!

Lucky you!
Wish I were.

Parem com isso!

Stop!

Miss. Get in.
I'll give you a lift.

I'm going where you're going.
Wherever you want.

Get in, come on.
What are you afraid of?

I'm a gentleman, you know?
What? Can't you see it?

Lola!

Come on, get in, move!

Lola!

Come on, come on!

Lola!
Where are you going?

You broke your toy?

-What toy?
-The one who was running after you.

You're Lola, aren't you?
Me? No, not me.

Me? No, not me.
My name is Zaira.

Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Remo the furrier.

I've got a workshop
that will soon be a factory.

Look. Look in the back.
Touch. Feel how soft they are.

You have a beautiful body,
Zaira.

You could be a model...
maybe for my furs.

Would you like a little music?

Relax, my love, and tell me
where you need to go.

You want me
to close the window?

Leave it open.
I need the air and the rain.

-Are you afraid?
-I'm not afraid of anything.

Damn, she's a thing!

Look at that!

What an idea, Zaira...
you and my furs.

Am I pretty?
The prettiest.

You are la joie de vivre!

Formidable!

A dream in black and white.

What are you doing?
Where are we?

-Calm down. You're okay, you're with me.
-I want to get out of here!

Hey, babe, first you go around
without panties,

and now you don't want to do it?
What do I look like, an idiot?

No, but you are one
all the same.

Ah, you even make fun of me,
but now it's my turn.

Take your hands off me,
you pig!

You're crazy! Stop!

First you lead me on, and then you
act like Saint Maria Goretti!

Ah, Zaira, you know what you are?
You know what you are?

A slut!

What are you doing, you bitch?
Where do you think you're going?

Fucking whore.

Where the fuck are you going?

Try it again, asshole!

Come on!

This isn't right.

Wait, wait!

- It's Masetto.
- Send him in.

Come in.

What a good book!

Finally, a book that says
loud and clear

that they were wrong
to close the brothels,

e que agora as damas da sociedade
est�o dando de gra�a.

and that from now on, society women will
be putting out for everyone, even for free.

She's the one who can really
be called a whore.

You look like you've been
abandoned at sea!

You had a squabble, huh?
You can tell me.

I came to fuck, not to talk.

Of course, my precious.
But first dry yourself.

Relax, sweetie,
your Wilma is here with you.

Come on,
now dry your hair.

Your money
isn't soaked too, I hope.

Give it here.
I'll do it...

What did you do to your finger?
Your bandage is coming all apart.

Come here.
I'll fix you up.

She must really love you
to sacrifice her panties for you!

Ah, love, love.

Ela deve estar mesmo apaixonada,
se abre m�o da calcinha por voc�!

So, come on, tell me, why did you
have a fight? Your usual jealousy, I bet.

How the fuck do I have to tell you
that I came here only to fuck?

It's not true. You also came
to treat someone badly.

And that's the trouble
with a private enterprise...

everyone's in such a hurry;
there's no time for intimacies.

In the old days, in the brothels,
you joked around with the clients,

It's a matter of principle.
I'm like that.

A question of principle
for a fuck?

There. Put it on.

You know you excite me,
Masetto!

So, how do you want me
to take it?

Yes, dear. I'm all yours.
Now don't think any more of that girl.

Come down more. Lay on top of me.
Kiss me if you want.

Yes, you drive women crazy.

This is how you ought to fuck
that slut who made you angry.

- Be quiet. Shut up.
- Yes, you're right, precious.

Vamos s� curtir!

I'm only your slut.
n�o ela, s� eu. S� eu!

Slut!

But why, Wilma,
why does Lola spite me?

Oh, sweet boy, don't you know
that love is all a spite?

-What happened to you?
-Nothing. I got caught in the rain.

- How come you're up so early?
- I'm getting ready to go hunting.

Pep�'s coming by later.

- And Mama?
- Upstairs, sleeping.

Enxugue-se... ou vai ficar doente.

Here. Dry yourself, if you don't
want to catch your death of cold.

Hold it up in front of me
while I undress.

What's wrong? Don't you always say
that I'm your daughter?

I'm done.
Now you can dry me.

What are you waiting for?
No one else is here.

So what happened?

You had a fight
with Tommaso?

With him it's finished!

What happened?

Everything!
He's the opposite of you.

With him it's no games,
no dreams, no horsing around.

Always no, no, no.
No to everything.

And then rows, fights, suspicions.
He's jealous of everyone,

even of you.

That seems right. You can't lock up
la joie de vivre.

How is that right?
But you, do you love him?

I don't know.
There are two Lolas.

One wants Masetto,

the other...

Finish it yourself.

Go on. Take it. Drink.
It will do you good.

It's choking me.

Go get me a dry dress
from my room.

Not even "please"?
Why don't you go?

Because if I go,

then I won't
come back here to you.

What are you looking at?

The moon.

So am I.

And... it's beautiful!

-Like a photograph?
-Or better.

Like a woman.

-Get dressed, come on!
-You put it on me.

Oh pourquois?
Stop!

-Get dressed.

-How did you find it?
-I followed my nose.

I bet that when I'm not here,
you go to my room.

But you come to spy
even when I'm here.

And yet you'll still marry Tommaso.
-No, I won't marry him.

And afterwards you'll enjoy making him jealous.
-I won't marry him.

Want to bet that I'm not marrying him?
-What will you bet?

Me.

Don't joke, baby girl.
I'm not joking at all.

If I marry Tommaso,
I'll be yours.

Don't talk foolishly.

I could be your father.

Are you,

or aren't you?

Andr�! Lola!

- Whore!
- Stop, Zaira!

- Whore!
- Stop, stop! Nothing happened!

- Whore!
- Look who's talking.

I saw them, you know,
your brothel photos. My compliments!

The others I can accept!
But my daughter, no!

Scoundrel! What did you do?
Is she your lover?

What did you do? Tell me! Tell me!
I want to know everything!

-Jealous idiot She was soaked to
the skin and I helped to dry her!

That's all. Nothing else!
Nothing else!

Now I want to know everything from you.
-Everything what?

- And this time...
I want the truth!

Whose daughter is Lola?

From me
you'll never know, never!

This is why I never told you, because

I wanted you to remain in doubt,

a doubt that would protect Lola
and save our love.

And instead no, no,
it didn't do any good.

Because you're a pig...the idea of Lola being
your daughter, didn't hold you back,

it excited you!

Lola is the daughter of Jean!
Go on, hit me again.

You remember Jean, your
machinist friend on the Normandie?

He's the one who introduced us.
I was his lover, and you knew it!

I had Lola by him, but after
I had already met you!

It was his going-away present!
Happy now, pig?! Happy?!

And now that you know that Lola isn't
your daughter, go, go, run back to her!

No, Zaira, no. You know you are the only
woman I have ever loved.

- Pig. Pig. Pig.
- No, my love, no.

Do you feel me, love, Za�ra?
Feel how much I love you? You feel it?

No. Liar. I feel how much you love her.
You want her, not me.

No, it's not true.

Don't talk like that, Zaira.

No woman excites me
the way you do.

No one else in the world,

no one, no one.

You are the only one
I can truly love.

Yes, my love, yes.

Come here!

Yes, bite me,

bite me, my love,
bite me!

What an ass, Zaira!

Stop it!
You're getting on my nerves!

What's wrong?
You don't like the song?

No, I don't like you.

Well, what's to look at?

Not done yet?

If I closed the oven it means no,
doesn't it?

Strange. According to the clock
they should be done.

-Oh yeah? You want to teach me
my job, maybe?

And you get steamed up at me just
because you can't make it with Lola?

What pig!

Listen, faggot, you're not even allowed
to think the name Lola, is that clear?

Clear! Clear!
Of course.

Clear, my ass!

Fucking asshole!
Now you're going to get it!

The bread! The bread's burning!
-O qu�?

Quick! Quick!

Cunt!
Look what you've done!

Masetto!

Anything else?
- One kilo of bread rolls.

- I'm sorry, but the hand-rolled
bread will take another half hour.

- Oh nice. Why?
- Oh, the whimsy of the oven.

And of the bakers...when they have
their heads who knows where!

Where do you want them to have
their thoughts? On marriage, no?

Unfortunately. It's all her fault
if Masetto is no longer himself.

Watch it. You don't have
to marry Lola; your son does.

Let's hope that whimpering girl doesn't
take after that weasel Signor Andr�.

- But he's almost your in-law!
- That devil my in-law?

If Lola is Signor Andr�'s
daughter,

I'd never give her my Masetto.

Good morning, everybody!
Good morning to you, Lola. The usual?

No bread this morning;
only Masetto!

You're asking for trouble
if you set foot in there.

There's a supplementary batch for him
to do. Don't distract him too much.

They burned the bread,
perchance?

But look at her!

-Burned the bread? What have you
managed to do?

- How dare you come here!

How do I dare? Me?
It's you!

First you make a jealous scene
at the bar and embarrass me.

forcing me to get in the first car
that passes by!

I'm the one who made you
get in that car?

Yes, you, you and your
goddamned jealousy!

And you know what happened in that car?
You want me to tell you

- What?
- So much the worse for you!

Worse, my ass!
Talk! Talk!

I was assaulted.

You're asking for it if you come to
break my balls! And mind the oven!

Enjoy!

What's this story? If it's true
I'll strangle you. Talk!

I was assaulted!
Assaulted!

That guy in the car
took a back street,

then he stopped and jumped
on top of me.

He noticed
I didn't have any panties.

I fought back,
but he hit me,

immobilized me,
tied me up.

I cried out and called you.

Oh, how many times
I called you, Masetto.

But he laughed...
no one could hear me.

And...

I told him, "Let me go,
I beg you, I'm a virgin".

And then...
he forced my legs apart,

and he couldn't stop himself.

And then what?
Talk, for God's sake, talk!

He took it out and he thrust it inside me!
You understand, shithead?

I've been deflowered,
nd it's your fault!

It's not true! Enough! Stop it!
You made it all up! Nothing happened

It did happen! It did!
If you don't believe me, take a look!

Take a look at what, wench?
Wench!

Wench! Wench!

Wench?

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Mine.
You're my liar.

My liar,
you're my liar.

Liar!

Why did you tell me
all that rubbish?

Because I made up my mind
that you'd do it.

Go on. Give me something
to clean myself.

It's to cover the dough
when it rises.

Just what we need.
Now that you came inside me,

maybe I'll rise too.

That's not so bad. Just tell that dressmaker
to hurry up and finish the gown.

I love you, I love you!

Bitch, was this your cock?

Poor thing.
She's looking for her husband.

Of all the great beauties here,
there is only one

fresh as the morning;
her name is Lola!

If you want to sleep tonight,
my baker, I'll take your place!

-One for me too!

-One for me too!
-Right away, dear.

Aqui est�.
Tome, coma!

My marital duties oblige me to take it
only from my husband.

Best wishes,
and may your children be gays.

Oh enough, I'm going to burst!
Stop, Ginetto! Enough! Stop!

Come on, boss, it's yours!

What's this?

Kiss the bride!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Kiss the bride!

Oh no. Enough tears, Carmelina,
give me a kiss instead.

- Peepee?
- And...

- Peepee?

What do you mean "and"?
And what?

Ah-ah. No questions
if you want me to tell you the truth.

No one's ever seen such a banquet
in these parts.

You couldn't have done more
even if she had been your daughter.

Yes, I would say
it's gone well indeed.

But let me go check the wedding
cake. It's my masterpiece!

Zaira, how about a kiss
with the groom?

Let's go!

In this world there are only
three things that leave no trace:

a gull in the air,
a fish in the water...

and a cock inside a pussy!

Brava, Wilma
and your pussy!

We thank God for sex
female. We love and appreciate.

And I, a monk,
touch there and feel around here!

And tomorrow we'll all fast
in penitence.

Stop crying. Eat something.
Tonight I'll make you have some fun.

I have a present for you.

I do too.
But you mustn't tell anyone.

It must remain a secret between you and me.
-Same with mine.

With this, I declare you

a member

of my club.

Oh Andr�,
it's stupendous!

And you, you have something
to give me?

You know, I married Tommaso,

therefore...
I lost the bet.

You won me.

I must pay.

No, Lola, no, stop it.

But what are you thinking?

I wanted to say that I must now
give you my wedding souvenir.

Take them.

They're yours.

Oh Lola,

I've never met anybody
like you.

Nor I like you.
I am truly a lucky man.

All men who please me
are fortunate.

Yes, so lucky.

The bride! The bride!
The bride!

Go get the bride before I go!

We want the bride!

We want the bride!

Are you okay?

Are you ready?

Kiss her, Masetto!

Kiss the bride!
Kiss the bride!

Let's dance!

Who knows
if she'll be faithful to him?

Who? He to her, or she to him?
Oh, both of them.

They're in love,
and that's enough.

What's fidelity got to do
with love?

It has everything to do with it!
-No.

No, it has nothing to do with it!
- Yes, of course it does.

Did you see the nice gift
that Andr� gave me?

Nice! Did you put on
the dressmaker's gift too?

- No. No panties.
- Why no panties?

I took them off along with the veil
when I went up to the room.

They were hurting me.

Are you telling me
the truth, Lola?

Of course, like I already told you.
Enough of your questions!

You're not still jealous, now
that we're married, by any chance?

Especially now.

Maybe you're already sorry
that you did it?

I don't know yet, it's the first time
I've been married.

Why? Are you intending
to cheat on me perhaps?

I don't know yet, it's the first time
I've been married.

Translation by Marco Fornier