Original subtitles

Holy shit!

Dirty slut!

- Holy shit, what are you doing? - Lucky charm.

Stay still, it bothers me. What a rush! I want to eat it.

In a little while a TV program starts.

They do proton launches, armor-piercing missiles... Grendizer!

"Damn you"!

You always catch me Keep an eye on the far right!

Here's what family happened to me: An unfortunate wife leaves...

...and she leaves me a brother-in-law treacherous bread eater!

Dad, I told you that she had a stupid brother.

- Nice gratitude! And I that I'll be your mother. - As a mother?!

You know I stayed because I disapprove of my sister.

- The truth is that you eat and drink here. - Am I an asshole? - Guess.

- Go open it. - It's the phone.

- Then I'll go. - Come on!

- I'm going. - Go answer it!

Damn you! Why don't you kill yourselves?

"Hello"? This is the Presta Laricchiuta house.

- I'm Nicolino. - How are you? I didn't think it was you.

- Is everyone okay at home? - Certain. - How's my appointment going?

- Walk. - Let's stop it, He's been walking all the time for three years.

- Not to shorten the time... - I'm sending Angela to study with you.

Whatever you want, but there's only one missing term at the end of school.

I'm sure in an environment healthy like yours...

...Angela, at least in these 3 months, she will find the desire to study again.

Here in Rome, she gets distracted a lot. At that time?

- All right. - I was sure about that. Thank you. Shall I start it right away?

- Yes, yes. - I would like to say hello your wife. - Which wife?

Like "which wife"? Your second wife, Amalia.

My wife's sister brother-in-law, we are almost relatives.

I call her, I don't know which wing of the house she is in.

It's on the right wing, here it is. Amalia, love?

Nicolino is here and wants to greet you.

- Are you dumb? - That's it of the ministry, my relative.

- Say you're Amalia. - But there is not. - Make a castrato voice.

Here it is, Nicolino, he was doing chores.

- How are you doing, Commander? - All right.

- How are you? - good, thanks.

- Angela arrives tomorrow. - I'm glad to hear it. - Is it a disorder?

- No disturbances. - What happened to your voice?

I have high and bass, the strings have loosened.

- Your mother's double bass! - Take care of yourself, my dear.

- Greetings everyone. - Thank you very much and regards to the lady. "Bye-bye."

- Dad, who is this Angela? - A relative, you don't know her.

In 1754, your great-grandfather Oronzo emigrated to America...

...and he met Aunt Imelda, whom she later married in Canada.

-Now she tells you the whole Bible. -In short, she is our relative.

You will sleep in the closet upstairs and she in your room.

We missed it this pain in the ass Angela!

If she looks like Nicolino Who knows what scorpion it will be.

However, if she looks like her mother... She's good, mommy!

She has two "tits" that drive me crazy.

Forget about it! But what do I care? I go to Fedora anyway.

That's waiting for me... Four, five... eight!

Ah! But where... Damn you! Ah! The heel!

"Bailate, bailate"!

"Hey, wow"!

"But what's wrong with you tonight"?

- What's going on with you? - We missed Angela, my cousin.

She might be dirty too!

Yes maybe!

- When will you take me to your house? - I could use it, love.

I'll tell you again my family history?

My son was a happy orphan,

then I married that unfortunate woman of Amalia and he got jealous.

Amalia ran away and was offended, plus my brother-in-law is at our house.

If I bring you too, he definitely gets pissed off.

- You are the father and he is the son. - But you are not the Holy Spirit.

It starts! Tac, tac, tac. Who is character of the week?

Tac, tac, tac.

- Tarzan! - Do you like it? - Certain. I'm your Jane!

- Go to the forest, come on! - Yes, immediately...

- Tarzan, there's a crocodile! - Do you want to kill my "Jenny"?

- Help! - I'm diving into the sea! Ahh!

I broke my knee. Give me your belly, crocodile!

Tisquarcio. Crocodile blood, I become a mandrill. Here's the monkey.

- What are you doing, crocodile? - Yes good. - Do you want to escape me?

Do you want to get on top of me? No, I'll get on top of you!

Wretched, cursed, do you want to kill Jenny?

I'll give you 40 stabs, 57 stabs, 84 stabs!

- Yes like this! - 91... How many stab? I want to give one.

One is good. What do I care? Here, crocodile!

The gentlemen travelers who have took the train to Cerignola...

...are prayed for to bring him back on track.

Travelers coming from Rome they have the coincidence...

- Here she is! - My niece is one student, that's a nun.

I know him a nun who always studies.

- Nicolino is a Christian Democrat. - That fuck... - Amen. - Peace and love.

If he were a Republican, his daughter would she dress in ivy leaves?

- Is the mail coming? - Here she is. We finished a threesette hand.

- Come on, download. - Now they'll put it on the mail inside the suitcases?

No, general, this is my stuff.

During the trip, Miss she skinned us to threesette.

- This must be it. - "Damn you, how good she is!" - That's what I say.

- Hi, you're Pasquale, right? - "My beautiful"!

- No, Uncle Pasquale, it's me. - Oh sorry. - "Your uncle's beauty"!

- You don't have the face of a priest, but like a sweetheart. - Not so.

- "Asshole." - Did you see? - What silhouettes! Uh, Bartholomew!

Miss, forget the bird.

I traveled with him for Don't leave it alone in the trunk.

- Is it a crow? - He's an Indian blackbird and he can talk.

- Hello, assholes. -He recognized us.

Prof. Cacioppo arrives.

Good morning lads!

- It was you? - No, it was him. - But I...

- It was you? - Sorry, dad... - Dad, shit!

- Go away, "assholes"! You come here. - it? - Come here.

We're even.

Hello lads!

Good, good, sit down.

This young lady It's Angela Mancinelli.

She is my niece and your partner class for this term.

Thank you. Okay, okay, thanks.

Enough. We are not at the Sanremo Festival!

Sit here.

I wanted to tell you something else: I'm very well known...

- You're a stunner. Welcome. - What is your name? - Irma.

I'm known for my calm, but if I get pissed off, damn it...

...I will break you and I'll break your head, okay?

It was you? Damned debauchees!

Good thing today you didn't make the usual joke.

- They did it, professor. - Mr. Principal, are you here? - Yes.

Next time, come on time, so these exchanges don't happen.

I was...

If you get angry, sing, professor.

- Goodbye. - I am sorry.

Why are you laughing?! Silence!

I do not want feel a "fly" fly!

This is cappuccino time. Now Salvatore arrives.

Well!

- To... me... rica... - We, well... Him? the?

Both.

Come here, you. Give me the elastic. Open your hands... Open your hands!

- Ouch! - Go to the place.

Shut up... what... I said hush... hush that he...

“What, you want to fuck me?”

Mom!

Whoever is pre...prepared, come.

- Professor! - You! My... miracle!

What a miracle! I just wanted to say that yesterday Gino saw a UFO.

- Oh yes? How it was? - How was it, Gino?

Nice, big, round.

- It was fe... fe... fe... - Was he stupid? -No, was he still?

- Yes, then he sent a bundle of blue light. - And what a light!

Beautiful, and where did you see it?

- Towards the sea. - They always screw him with UFOs.

- The professor is a maniac. - They're nice guys.

- Your cousin Marco is cute, isn't he? - The others aren't bad either.

He is the cutest, and then I'm his girlfriend.

- Because you're not the same bench? - He doesn't know it yet.

Forget it bullshit like questions.

I want to explain the ga... ga...

- Chickens? - Galaxies!

those systems in space.

of gas and also of dust!"

Good boy! Good boy!

- Salvatore! - Ah!

Oh, how sorry I am! Now come up.

- I hurt myself. - Tell me that what the fuck were you doing at the doorbell.

I agreed it with the chorister because it dropped half a tone.

- I have a sensitive ear. - As never? Have you done Santa Cecilia?

You're beautiful, you're sweet, I like you. What a beautiful tie, it's striped.

Let's go to the light, I am a farsighted principal.

- Mashed potato! - I'll take the glasses. This tie is beautiful.

- Look at them. It has crooked lines, Now let's straighten them out. - Help!

Don't react! I am the principal and you are the janitor, you are a subordinate.

- If you react, I'll kill you. - Certain. - Look at them.

- Salvatore, maybe they rang at the door. - "Beep"! "Beep"!

It's you? Did you swallow the chorister?

I'm happy!

Every time you do something stupid, I can locate you.

- Go clean the toilets! - "Beep, beep, beep, beep"!

This doesn't convince me.

She has the face of a cruiser, da traitor, from Judas "Iscariotola".

The last dinner we will have together, he will kiss me and cheat on me.

- Bye see you tomorrow. - Don't try this with Marco. - Okay.

- Hi, we didn't introduce ourselves. - We have time.

- Your father wants you to take me. - He wants to keep his distance.

- Lucky him! - Who knows what they're up to tonight.

- They won't do anything, Marco he has other things to think about. - Bitch.

He's coming. All right. He throws away the cigarette!

Today maybe my dream will come true, I become a band director.

Silence. Make me look good with the mayor. Stand at attention!

- Good morning. - Commands. Shhh!

Dear principal...

- Excuse me. - Thanks for being part of of our city complex.

- It's a lesson for us and a source of pride. - Thank you.

I'm happy to serve too the pentagram of this band,

belonged to the late master Michele Sciasciamocca.

I address a "ladle" of remembrance to him, we will do 50 minutes of meditation.

Now let's talk about happier things.

Now he will tell us the name of the new bandmaster...

Dear friends, now I'll let you know the name of the new master.

He's a great talent working here and he has a bandmaster diploma

achieved at the conservatory musical of Naples.

I entrust the management to him of the band. Come, master.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Here is Judas "Iscariotola". He is come to collect the thirty denarii.

God, I think I'm dying!

- Friends, I present to you the master Salvatore Pinzarrone. - Thank you.

Come, principal. One more word.

I emphasize dedication and meaning democratic of Prof. Laricchiuta,

who, faithful to the musical discipline,

he is happy to put himself down humbly under the orders of his janitor.

Goodbye and good work everyone.

- Here we are. First of all, Good morning! - Good morning.

- You go to order. - Please.

- Go, go! - I'm going, I'm going. - Yes, go.

Let him put himself in his place. I think so that the principal is a bit envious.

Guys, what do you have in your repertoire?

In the refectory, we have pasta and beans.

Let's start well!

I was saying, what do you have in your repertoire?!

- Everything, even the triumphal march of Aida. - Let's start with that.

Please, guys, a rigorous entry.

All together, okay? Ready? One, two and three!

ALT!

I don't hear the bass in "E".

-Mr. Principal, maybe he doesn't know? - I know, I know.

I know him Giuseppe Verdi by heart, maestro!

Teacher and director.

Great, then start again. One, two... and go!

The highest bass!

The bass is louder!

So we're out of time. I love the "pa... ta"...

pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, ta, ta...

- Yes. - Because the "pa" it's the bass note. - Right.

You have to count the pause time. Ready? One, two... go!

- Now that's music. - Asshole, rude!

- Well done! - You idiot, disgusting, cuckold!

Well done, very good! As!

- Presumptuous, shitty! - Well done, well done!

Is it possible that it isn't there? Meh!

Angela? Angela?

Angela?

Blessed mother, what "butts"!

What nipples!

Holy shit, someone comes to the room bedroom to say a few words...

...and he expects to find her with a fur or coat...

... instead she only has skin.

Why do you always think about that? You suck, my Pasquale!

You have it here, the feminists are right.

"Repressed male, we'll cut off your sex!"

"You're ugly, you're a mule, you'll take it in the ass..."

What time is it? I'd better go.

This is still good, though.

Beautiful beautiful beautiful! Don't miss me, there's plenty of time.

Where are you going with those "boobs", for "roofs"?

Now I'm going to Fedora. I'm sweaty like a New Zealand crocodile.

I go to Fedora and do four.

One dressed as a Red Corsair, one dressed as Dracula...

Forget it.

- To the thief! - It wasn't me!

But which thief? Wretched! It's me, don't you recognize me? Shut up!

A double! I killed him.

Angela! Angela! Angela!

Armor-piercing missiles! Proton Beams! Come on!

"But damn them..."

Kick him or a bump on the head!

Oh God, she's waking up!

- How did you come up with this? - It doesn't matter, but speak slowly.

- Does it hurt? - A bit'.

I see the key moving and it's clear that I'm scared.

- It looked like a horror movie. - Sorry, but...

- What did you have in mind? Don't think about it to Irma? - What does that have to do with anything?

You don't have to do her wrong and I don't like subterfuge.

If a guy has intentions, tell me.

I just wanted it go out the window.

Dad goes out and he locks the door.

This was my room and it's easy to get out from here.

Isn't there another window?

No, she's the only one near the grate. It's like a ladder.

- Did you really just want to pass? - I swear. - Did you want to go out with Irma?

What does Irma have to do with it? I go out every night to play with her friends.

If my father knows, she'll kill me.

- Doesn't your mother know? -She died when I was born.

- So, the one that's in the mud Isn't she your mother? - It's the stepmother.

She's not in the mud, if she's melted away, but dad wants to keep up appearances.

- Marco? - Yes?

- You are a good guy. - I'll go, if no you break another vase on my head.

He didn't even try. This the place where it plays must be loud.

- Did you come to see? - Ciao.

- You are strong, but there is no one who gives you a hand? - He's at the bar.

- He's a dead sleepy guy. - What time do you play "The Silence"?

- Give us a hand. - You know "As you want, with whom you want"?

- Of course. - Now I'll make you listen a fantastic song.

It's a dizzying pace of international disco music.

It's called "As you want, with whoever you want."

be tough and say no.

as far as I know.

only half laugh.

the pursuit of happiness.

if you want it, where you want it, how you want it.

- -

better everything right here.

that a half and a half "no".

than an identity crisis.

pure, without ifs or buts.

wherever you want, with whoever you want.

if you want it, where you want it, how you want it.

- -

Sit down! Silence!

I see a new student.

- I'm Angela Mancinelli and I'm coming from Rome. - I was already informed.

- Repeating? - If he was informed, he should know. - Funny.

It's also very funny. Come, take a seat.

Let's see what condition he is in.

I'm not referring to the physical ones, which seem excellent to me.

Witty, but not very funny.

Silence. I see he has a joke ready.

- Let's leave the skirmishes aside and let's talk about serious things. - Certain.

We are reviewing the program of the second year. What do you remember?

- It was very boring. - He prefers modern history? - Neither.

It's always the same: People in power and poor people to the slaughter.

This is why history must be studied, so as not to repeat the same mistakes.

- Maybe, but so far it hasn't helped. - However, history must be studied.

- Next time will come questioned. - It's like I told you.

There are people who have the power and people going to the slaughter.

Go to the place.

- Well done, Angela, you killed him. - Rich girl!

Your approval is not needed, the young lady is already presumptuous.

- All right. - You've done the research about the Hundred Years' War?

- I'm doing them. They have us took a hundred years. - Silence!

I'm waiting for them tomorrow, otherwise I will talk to the principal about it.

- So bad! He could give it more time. - Be quiet!

- Actually, come here. - I'd love that.

- Tell me about Henry VIII. - With pleasure.

It's the most interesting representative of the Tudors.

Sadomasochist, romantic, maniac sexual, vigorous, intelligent...

He spent his life on him in search of the ideal love...

...dealing with 6 marriages, excommunications, remorse and mothers-in-law.

- Savior! - Hate!

I like you like that. You have to say: “Commands, Mr. Principal.”

School is another music.

Since you became director of the gang and I don't... You know how it is.

- It's fate that wanted it. - No, it's the "asshole", the mayor.

- I'll destroy it with a stab. - You are still the principal.

Since you have become band director and I'm not...

...people may think that among us there is an atavistic hatred, but no.

- "Ba, ba, ba"... - What are you hiding behind your back?

- I was sketching out a new march. - About Rome? - No, for my gang.

Why do you say "my gang"? I play in the band too, don't I?

- Well... - What would that be like? I don't play well, maybe? - Very good. - Here you are.

- Let me read. - Right.

Is cute.

- It's downbeat. - It's upbeat. - It's downbeat.

- It's downbeat. -

- It's upbeat! - You missed a "biscromola".

- It's upbeat! - The end it's beautiful, it's more majestic. Here.

- I already feel it's beautiful. - Yes.

Things?

It's the dishes, in the end.

Mr. Principal, I heard you a little waning. Listen to this.

Have you bought the new chorister?

- No, I got it back. - "To lass, to pass, to cass".

You don't understand shit. Let me hear it again.

- Did the chorister growl? - Yes.

It's a cycle ascending and descending.

You have to write the music, cursed? But what do you know?

10,000 lire fine for writing music during class hours,

10,000 for insulting Stravinski, and 40,000 because you're unpleasant.

I studied music all my life, eight years in reform school!

Now clean the toilets. This is your great orchestra, conduct it.

Excuse me, Mr. Principal. It's a kid joke for me.

Here, what's yours is yours! Go clean the toilets!

Wretched, cursed! I don't want to see you anymore!

Get lost, "asshole".

I was joking!

- Who is? - I'm marco. - Come in, it's open.

- HI. - Hi, do you have to come by? - I should go out, but I'm in trouble.

I haven't prepared the research yet about the Hundred Years' War.

If I don't bring it, Casalotti says so to dad, who hits with the belt.

- Is there anything I can do? - What do you want to do? It's a mess.

Wait, I should have a book.

Please, short.

- I found it. It's a book about Giovanna D'Arco. - What do I do?

There is a summary in the preface of the Hundred Years' War.

Joan of Arc was also part of it of the Hundred Years' War?

- I found out now too. - I should copy it.

- But they're waiting for me. - Do you need a complete service?

- Give it to me, for tonight I give up coming with you. -Sorry, her.

I, Enzo and Gino are repeaters precisely because of history and philosophy.

They will fail us again this year, Casalotti is a beast.

- I realized it. - Down with Casalotti!

They moved him here from Milan and she feels like a boss in confinement.

-So he vents to us. - Poor guy. - Poor us!

Marco, I had an idea.

He too is a man of flesh and blood and it's very cute too.

- What do you want to do? - Let him take it a nice crush and let it sweeten.

- Do you think I'm not capable of it? - Of course, I almost took it.

But that he doesn't let himself get close, he's a bear.

- What if I asked for private lessons? - What strength! You're really smart.

- But I'm a little jealous. - Marco, don't try, understand?

Won't you give me a kiss tonight?

- Now you go. - All right. - Go play.

- Pasquale? - What's up? - Wait for me, I'll come with you.

All right, come with me. You thought so! He comes with me.

- What are you doing? - I have to disguise myself, this is a wretched country.

They already say I have 25 lovers, if so they see you, you become the 26th.

- I have to talk to you. - Then I'll get on the glasses. Is it serious?

- I have to take history lessons and philosophy. - I'm very busy.

I wasn't saying with you, but I would like to that I spoke about it with Casalotti.

- So it could be a little more indulgent. - You're "smart".

-Casalotti is not stupid, he has a brain that "spins". - As?

- He's intelligent and cultured, he's not stupid. I cannot. - I beg you.

If you tell me like this... I can.

- Good morning, Mr. Principal! - What did I tell you?

- What are you looking for? - Merry Christmas, Mr. Principal.

- Merry Christmas? - Christmas is over. - Happy Easter.

- Easter must come. - I wanted say goodbye to this piece of Easter.

- You greet me that Lent of your sister. - Am an only child.

- See you at rehearsals. - Trial to go fuck myself. - Thank you.

Have you seen that "shitty" country? Everyone recognizes me.

We go to school. You drive.

- Let me see. - What are you doing?

You entered?

Well done! You didn't call me!

It's Savior! Shut up!

Do you know what he does? He writes music. Now let's give him a rip-off.

- Have you seen the "asshole" janitor? - No.

- If you see him, send him in immediately presidency. - Yes, Mr. Principal.

Guys, let's go look for him.

Did you see how pissed off he was?

Just now that it came to me Inspiration! How does this speak?

Oh God, the trousers!

You're making me die of a heart attack! I suffer from extrasystole of the heart!

I'm the principal!

How do they make me provider for do you study if my lover comes here?

- Do not change topic. Who is that girl? - Which girl?

- You believe a postman "asshole" and cuckold? - Yes.

She's a student. I'm principal and I have two thousand students, okay?

You know it that I would never betray you, love.

You wore makeup like a man, but they realize that you are a woman.

She even says it the Japanese proverb...

..."Zizza prominent, imminent danger."

- Go, don't make me horny. - No, until you tell me who that is!

Ah! The hand! How this one bites cursed, wretched, jealous.

- I'll tell you the truth: She is a close relative of mine. - Oh!

I'll introduce you to her and tell her that you are my cousin, okay?

- That's fine, love... - Go away, though.

- Did you look for me? - No!

What do you want? Why don't you knock before entering?

Well! I disturb? Otherwise I'm leaving.

No, I was talking to the accountant. Accountant, we are no longer kids.

- We are forty years old, while his son is twenty. - Forty?

- Don't you know how old I am? - Shall we meet on first terms, accountant?

- Yes, you ugly caciottaro. Keep this! - What is he doing?

The more they are fags the more rude they are.

No, it's because... Who's a faggot? Why did you say he's a faggot?

- Nobody is a faggot! - Ouch! - Don't get involved and go away!

Sorry, accountant, but that's better let him go. We'll talk about it later.

Yes, but the story doesn't end there, cretin! Take this one!

- At home we do the math. - Where? - He lives in the building across the street.

- Mr. Principal, you will be an accountant, but he has a nice ass! - It is true.

- Yeah... Did I break the spell? - No, you're a pain in the ass.

That's it, she moves... That's it.

- Close the door. - Yes.

Pain in the ass! Fagot in disguise! At rehearsals I wear it black!

I'm always the master anyway, and this march is to be played...

In your face and that son of a whore!

Call mom!

- You know I am in love with you? - Whose?

- About you, but you don't bother me for nothing. - I... I'm busy.

Then I have school, the band, the orchestra and...

- Now sorry, but I have to go. HI. - HI.

- Hello, Gino. - HI.

Do not waste time, that's cooked anyway.

- He doesn't even look at me. - What do you care? I'll look at you.

- You look at me and don't speak. - Talk, talk! She mounts.

- Where are we going to "talk"? - What do you believe? I love Marco.

All right, I'll train you.

His uncle told me that he needs repetitions.

I wanted to apologize for how I behaved in class.

It doesn't matter, it's all over.

To react to shyness, sometimes I act bold.

To be shy, he defends himself quite well.

Anyway, let's talk about serious things.

- In which part of the program do you feel weaker? - In everything.

Maybe because I'm not with the others never managed to fascinate me...

...but with her it's a completely different matter.

It's better that way. We'll do a review general, following the text.

Do you want me to read?

Sorry, I didn't know that you were here. Excuse me, miss.

- Do you think so? - I'll stop bothering you!

He also lives here on a sublet basis and I hadn't warned him.

He seems very nice to me and it has to be good too.

He is a very good friend and a teacher excellent. We were saying...

- Permit? - After you. - Professor, here's the tea.

- Only one? Does he take it, miss? - Yes please. - Come in.

Truly, I had prepared it for her.

- Then make another one, please. - All right.

She is the hostess. She's a good one woman, but rather primitive.

She's not bad and she's quite young.

-I bet you are in love with her. -What do you say?

What's wrong? It's not easy find an interesting man.

Let go... and start reading.

- Here, Commander. How does he feel? - Better.

- With tranquilizers, I no longer have the visions. - Well.

You are pretty!

You are pretty...

- Tell me something. - Yes, it's 8.29pm.

- What do you say? Tell me if you're happy. - Sure, but there are 30 seconds left.

- Tell me that you love me. - Yes I love you, but it's late. - What does that have to do with anything?

Ah! Help! Oh God, the water!

- I was trying to tell you, but not you never let me finish! - Force.

The visions begin again!

It feels like the rainy season.

- Miss Mancinelli! - Good morning.

I thought it would be better don't see us at my house.

- You know... the landlady is here. - Where will we meet?

- Let's meet here at the same time, then we will decide. - Agree.

Angela? As far as I can see it works. How does she behave? He tries?

- No! It's very serious. - At that time he's got a crush on him, poor guy.

- Why? - He will suffer, I know something about it.

Since you arrived, I... I don't know how to say it, but...

- Shut up, you fool! - Because you say so?

- If you get with me, I'll do it also fail. - Nice effort!

Good evening, guys, okay.

Sorry for the delay, but I had to make some scores.

Hand them out, let's get started. Come on, now let's have a first read.

It's a march I've dreamed of for a long time, I couldn't sleep at night to do it.

Listen to me, strength with the cymbals and the bass drum.

Ready? One, two... go!

Anyone want to joke? But I'm a son of a bitch!

Don't worry, everyone has it the mother she deserves. From the beginning.

- No! Again I say it! - You say it all over again. - From the beginning.

From the beginning. What do you do with those dishes? You seem like a troubled soul to me.

They don't come off, maybe some he put glue on it.

Let's not waste any more time.

Guys, please. One two...

No!

I don't hear that phrasing of the bass in "E". Things?

- I don't feel anything. Wants to do a solo? - Guys, guys!

- Is he sick? - I 'm very good. You are witness.

- She's fine... Yes, I see her. - Calm down.

- Does he also have a bow tie? - Stop, Salvatore. Ah! I'll kill you.

Mr. Principal, to school she's in charge, but here he's in charge.

- Give me the drum, I'll do it The tambourine eye. - Give it to him.

- Calm down. - Wipe away the sweat. - Yes, master. - The sweat!

- Do you have a handkerchief? - Yes, I have it.

Here is the handkerchief. Now let's dry sweat to our principal.

- Let me kill him. - Stay calm. - I'll kill him, just once.

Then I stay still for 400 days. Now I'll break his eye out and...

- Ahhh! - Here it is. - He's breaking my handkerchief!

- Let me react. - Better not. - I only break his knee.

- Does he eat it? - No, I'm letting off steam.

Our principal makes us listen a solo of Judas "Iscariotola".

Crustacean!

- Ready? - Yes. - Ready? - Yes! - One two...

Puff! Puff!

Well done! If it was you three, This time you got it right!

Here we can rest assured.

When I wait for Marco Gino comes, when I wait for Gino you come.

- Won't it be an organized thing? - No, it's fate. - Will be.

- What would you like to do now? - I think so, therefore I exist.

- Don't think, kiss me! - As? You say to me?

From this reflection he takes I started the Cartesian theory.

Descartes poses as a principle supreme of knowledge is certainty...

- And he? - Eh... - Through the world and the existence of God...

- Are you following me, miss? - Of course, It's a very fascinating discussion.

- I'm all a shiver. - He is cold? - No, I'm fine.

Let's continue, but be careful, otherwise we waste time.

It will be the suggestion of light of the moon, but he knows how to do it.

- Don't think about him now, he thinks of me. - Tell me about philosophy.

- I am a materialist and a Mazzinian. - Meaning what?

That is, thought and action.

This is not a robbery, It's a camouflage for love.

- Hi beautiful. - Does it look like the time? I was falling asleep.

- I was late because I was there Angela is there. - Who? - Angela.

I said you are my cousin paternal on mom's side...

- It seems right. - Pretty! I'll call you now.

- Angela? - The door! - you and I are related.

- Pleasure. - So funny! -Dear ...-she is delicious.

Here... Okay, that's enough. Oh! Oh! "Break, break."

- You're a guy, huh? - I'm very a guy. - Take a seat. - Thank you.

Haven't seen each other for a while, Pasquale. How is your wife?

That daughter of a whore if she's gone!

- I am sorry! In this carpet everyone stumbles. - Everyone who?

- Everyone... Anyway, sit down. - Sit down, Angela. - Thank you.

- You make yourself comfortable. - I'm sitting next to Angela. - As you like.

- So you told Angela everything. - What does Angela have to do with it now?

She-she said that Amalia ran away. - Angela it's me... - It's true!

We messed things up.

- Love, aren't you cold? - No because?

I'm terribly hot, this bothers me.

It's a branded jacket. Read this women's magazine.

- I don't like. - Unfortunate, laws! - Do you treat your granddaughter like this?

- It's a beast. - You should look it up to dominate that bad temper.

- Deep down we love each other a lot. - I'll offer you a little liqueur. - Thank you.

- If you're an asshole, you won't see a penny. - What I've said?

Nothing, but you looked. I'll break your cataract!

- Very beautiful, very sweet! - Do you need anything, Pasquale? - No.

- Did you bring two? - Yes. - Come and talk, dear.

- Do you know what I thought? - What? - The three of us sit down.

I suffer from "loneliness mania" and it's better if I'm in company.

- Pasquale, I was talking with your granddaughter. - Talk to her.

There isn't a girl like Angela I see her in a house of tomboys.

- Why don't you come here? You'll keep me company. - Yes maybe!

- I have to stay with my uncle now I'm fond of him. - What a star.

- You'll see it anyway. - And the school?

You will do as always. The morning you go to school and come here in the evening.

Good, then I'll be free to dedicate myself completely...

- At what? - To the encyclopedia Japanese... - Yes. - In German.

You'll see, we'll be good together. You can come from tonight if you want.

- Certain. - But no... - Let's do it Tomorrow, I have to pack my bags.

- As you wish, dear. - Obviously, will you sleep together? - Certain.

So, between women...

Fedora, can you give me some more? I feel like a weight in my head...

- Look, if you're being an asshole, I have your back. - As?

I'll hit your balls and I'll make you eat them sautéed.

But, uncle! So, between women...

Miss Angela?

Good morning Professor.

Tonight you can come to my house, so she doesn't risk catching a cold.

My landlady has left for Naples, so she won't disturb us.

Stay calm at home there is always Prof. Cacioppo.

- However, I would always be calm. - Thank you. See you tonight. - Until we meet again.

- Is there any news? -Yes, he wants her at her house tonight.

- The landlady has left. -Then she melts! - I do not believe.

-You specified that there is Cacioppo. - Do you feel like taking a risk?

- Should I be afraid of a man? - What do we do with Cacioppo?

- We need a UFO to kidnap him. - Let's invent it ourselves. - Are you crazy?

What do we need? My motorbike brother has a very powerful headlight.

Then just find an asshole who wants some money.

I have that.

The professor sitting at his desk...

...he was reading in the light of a table lamp.

Suddenly, the light went out.

Fuck! Mrs. Concitto, a candle!

I said a candle!

Hate! Hate... Things? Are they!

It's UFOs! UFOs!

UFOs! I don't stutter anymore!

Very precipitately...

It's thanks to them. I knew it, they are friends.

A close encounter of the third type.

Fuckheads, sapiens! Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming...

I'm coming, I'm a friend. Beautiful, beautiful friend!

That? It feels like I'm flying! I want it! I'm not afraid!

- Where are you taking him? - From Ignazio, there are ten paid rides.

It's beautiful, but when do we get to galaxies?

While the Prussians they invaded France...

...the commune, dominated by Murat, favored popular reaction.

In three days, over a thousand people they were massacred.

- I see you're upset about the subject does it bother you? - No, just say it.

- Are you worried about something? - Cacioppo didn't show up.

- He doesn't usually come out, but he's not here reason to worry. - Perhaps.

But she stays alone with a man young and beautiful like her...

...and who speaks so charming...

Let go, miss. If anything she is fascinating.

Respecting the students is for me a point of honor, don't be afraid.

I'm afraid of myself... and then a woman in love is fragile.

Professor, take me get out of here, I want to digress.

You're right, maybe it's better.

- Who is? - It's me, Angela.

- Good evening, dear. - HI.

- How did the lesson go? - Which? - That of philosophy.

Oh yes! Hate! How tired I am... or rather, tired.

- Tell me, pretty, have you had dinner? - Yes, before UFOs. - UFOs?

The "Ufonotti"... In class we talked about the "Ufonotti".

- Don't you say Huguenots? - It is true, how ignorant I am in geography.

- So, if you had dinner... straight to bed. - Yes, yes.

- Now I'll help you undress. - It doesn't matter, I'll do it myself.

Yes, who cares, I like you a lot!

Do you like women?

No.

- Oh God, did you find it? - He who seeks finds!

She's sorry, but it was a secret. Do not say that to anyone, not even Pasqualino.

- I don't even think about it. - At that time, what are we waiting for? Let's get into it!

- We wanted two orange drinks. - It's a tribute from the orchestra.

What does the orchestra have to do with it?

Look... Pacini, Fusecchia and Laricchiuta.

They are good guys, they earn their day. HI!

Let's hope they don't start gossip.

Hello, Angela, can you help us?

- I'm busy, can't you see? - And your boyfriend?

- Yes, his name is Carlo. - Blessed you, Carlo, "good luck."

- Do you mind if I said that? - No.

Carlo, I have to tell you the truth.

Something is happening wonderful, do you realize?

- Certain. - It doesn't matter still much of the gossip?

Me ne strafrego!

with my usual problems.

the desire disappointed.

a gesture, an excuse...

I'll do as always.

with yes, with no, who knows...

the myth destroyed...

capable of anything.

collects storms.

a little "out", a little decadent.

who was lurking.

now outdated.

starting another mess.

So, Laricchiuta, you remember Where was Joan of Arc born?

Dove?

- Daydreams. - Do Re Mi. - What the hell are you talking about?

What the hell are you talking about?

It's Domrémy, figliolo, Domrémy.

I understand that for a musician is a justified slip.

After all, this is notionalism.

You remember whose voices they were What did Joan of Arc feel?

They were... the voices of conscience.

She said they were from Santa Caterina or Santa Margherita...

In a while, if she kisses him too.

- How long until the end? - Two minutes.

He pays attention to the bell.

But what is it? Yet there is nothing. What did they do up here?

If I catch them, I'll make them...

- Oh, sorry... - Salvatore? - Yes?

What are you doing always attached to the doorbell?

- The boys tampered with it. - You tampered with me too, here.

Today is San Boniface and I'm good.

Ring the bell, it's time.

- Here she's in charge, but there she's someone else music. - Do you see the difference?

I'm a Democrat and you are "asshole". I play it.

Today is San Boniface and I do it.

Let's assume they tampered with it.

They didn't know I was going to play it I, the raspberry wasn't for me.

Meh!

In a circuit direct current...

...between driving force "V", current "I" and resistance "R"...

...equality exists...

- I told him not to come in during class. - Get up!

- 'This policeman... - You see your offspring? - Whose dog is it?

Your little darling He picked it up on the street...

...and made the leash with the ties from your husband, my son.

- He's a heartfelt child. - Thank you. He seems like it to me too.

Then you take it home together to the dog. I don't want the dog.

Hello, beautiful!

- Still here? - Where I have to go? - Get out!

Get it into your head that this is it it's a school, not a barracks!

Don't worry about it, mom, she's crazy.

- Now, Paoletto, shut him up. - Shall I take him out? - Yes sweetie.

Come on, go... well done.

Where were we? We were talking...

Hate!

They mauled you! I'm already reading the news.

"A master dog has been killed by a trained dog."

- Salvatore, I'm mortified. - Don't worry, I'm fine!

In fact, I'll take the opportunity to invite you to my concert.

- I care about her a lot. - Thank you, I will come with pleasure.

- I don't hear the bass in "E"! - Megalomaniac of "shit"!

-Mr. Principal, it took you the sardine? - Your sister's!

Come on, all together!

Harder! The loudest bass!

It doesn't matter, let's do without the bass. We'll make him mad.

- What's up? - Mr. Principal, is he a magician?

- Keep playing! - Oh God, save the kitten!

Here you are! Ahhh!

- Well done, dog. - Are you dumb? That's the band director.

- Thank you, Salvatore. Did the dog hurt you? - No.

- Salvatore is nice, isn't he? - And sweet.

Do you know what's nice about naked? Nothing, it sucks.

- At that time? You come? - Tonight it would be Marco's turn.

He doesn't want me, but me I am so in love with him.

Irma, I have to confess something to you.

It's not true that he's having sex with Angela. We were doing it on purpose... Sorry.

- Assholes! - Irma, where are you going? Wait! Irma!

- You cry? - I came with you to take revenge, and he is innocent.

What do you care? What do you want could it be an extra make out session?

- If I give you a ticket, will you give it to him? - Sure, actually, I have an idea.

Her room is on the mezzanine floor and the window is always open.

If I were you, I would go into the room of her and I would crawl into bed.

- Fantastic! - You're really hot. If you knew how I envy him.

Angela! Angela!

Love, since you arrived, we all messed up.

Relative or not relative, let's remove this tooth.

- Mr. Principal, what an honor! - And what are you doing here?!

Am I at home or at school? What do you do with these two "pouches"?

In conclusion I'm not that "acci"...

"Acci" yours and your grandfather's. You're good as hell, Irma.

- Did you come to see Angela? - I was waiting for you to study.

Do you study in bed? With these two tits... I'll punch you!

Let's make a deal, between you and me.

Let's make a deal between me... and you.

Indeed, let's make two pacts, between you and me. Ahh!

- Madonna, what a bite! From where you came? - From the window.

- And go out the window. - Fagot! Faggot!

You will die a bad death. Wait.

- Get out. Did you hear the blackbird? - Too bad, while we were at it!

Don't "sparkle" me, I'll skip you on! Are not you ashamed?

- Close your eyes while I dress. - I closed them.

Actually, barred. Ah...

Hurry up! I'm not from "ghisola" and not even iron.

Go away, go away! What a figure! What a figure!

- From "asshole". - It's true, that's why I'll kill you.

I'll take your tongue, give it to you "I tear"... sparrow's tongue.

- Bye, see you tomorrow. - HI.

I'll make you The bird with the crystal plumage.

I'll make a blackbird juice! Where are you going? Come here.

- Come here, you wretch! - Pasquale? -Who is he?

- What are you doing to Bartolomeo? - I was squeezing...

This bird is sick, it's yellow. Maybe he has viral hepatitis.

But what hepatitis! What are you doing here?

- What was the young lady doing? De Pettis in your bed? - Irma?

She-she It was she naked as a tapeworm. -She must be pretty, naked.

She-she has a nice personality. -Undoubtedly, she is good.

She's a good girl...but here Too strange things happen.

So, what were you doing here?

I came because I heard The bird that whistled...

...as if to say: "I can't breathe!".

I understand you, Pasquale. Come here, let's sit down.

- Let's talk about this passion of yours for me. - Truly? - Yes.

Pasquale, you are nice, bright and full of life.

- You would be the ideal man for me. - Truly? - Yes.

I've thought about it many times. You are so beautiful, fresh, robust.

With this sensual mouth, you make me want to give you...

...many little kisses.

I noticed how you look at me. I like such strong men.

- "Thank you". - It must be beautiful to be held in your arms.

I feel distraught and upside down.

- But... I like women. - I didn't understand this.

- I'm sorry for you, but I don't know what to do. - Are you serious?

Do you like women? Blessed Madonna, it can't be.

A piece of "bernardola" like you! Why do you caress me, touch me?

What should people say? What the principal's nephew likes...

I'll kill myself, I'll break my ears. I can not believe.

-Who is she? - I'm marco.

- Fuck you... - Under the bed. - Yes, like lovers. - Go.

- We'll talk about it later. - Shut up! - Maybe you were wrong.

I'm not going in here...

- After you. - Sorry, Angela, I'm already late. - Sch...

Late... for what?

The Latin version, I forgot the vocabulary.

I have the vocabulary. Now I'll give it to you.

- It sounded like a little scream to me. - It must have been Bartolomeo.

Of course he is an incredible blackbird.

- Now go finish the version. - Thanks bye. - HI.

Ah! Blessed mother! She has an iron at her feet.

- Are you hurt? I make you a compress? - No thank you.

It's not here that hurts me, and not even here.

This is where it hurts me, you hurt me.

With a revolver, I would have felt less pain.

I'm 43 years old, I'm not a boy 15 year old to make fun of.

I understood everything about you and my asshole son.

You make up a lot of nonsense... "I like women"...

You should have told me: "You disgust me, you're ugly and you're obese."

I would have liked it more. Now don't say anything... What?

Don't worry, I'm a real man and I know how to lose.

Hello... Ahh!

When I questioned them, I understood who don't study and don't care.

They are also arrogant! I can't stand them anymore.

- They are guys, you could be more indulgent. - I do it for them.

- At the exams, with the commission not joking. - You are right.

- See you as usual. - Wait, I'll give you a lift.

- Aren't you afraid of small talk? - Who cares!

Son of a bitch! Today she started again with the 2.

- He fails us again. - We can block it. - As?

I screw dad the camera with the photo-flash...

... and as soon as he is with Angela, he will let's take some compromising photos.

- We'll blackmail him! - Angela she'll never fit, she's crushed too.

We don't say anything to Angela.

At the first opportunity, Let's take some photos secretly.

By now her pear is ripe. Sooner or later, those... "fuck you"!

- How beautiful. - Let's sit here. - Yes, certainly.

- Wait, there's some sand. - It does not matter.

- Aren't you cold? - With you it's impossible.

- I hope you won't tell me about history or philosophy. - If anything about theology.

Oh no!

- Don't be afraid now you made it. - To do what?

To make me fall in love. It's not this What did you promise yourself you would do?

At the start it was like a game, a challenge.

You were bothering me with those know-it-all airs.

I would have liked to make you... whatever!

Come... Sch!

- "Four, four." - Stay down, that if they see us, we're screwed.

Never mind. I don't want to "hold on the snot", is a bastard.

Come come. Madonna... and what is it?

Now what do you think of me?

Now I don't think anymore, I'm in love.

- Do you really love me? - Of course, I love you.

- Give me that car. - Give it to him, give it to him!

You're not even scoundrels.

You're just a bunch of idiots!

Carlo, listen, I swear... I didn't know anything about it!

You are worth even less than them!

What the fuck have you done with this machine?

Dear fellow citizens, I send you my greetings.

At this solemn moment we leave may nature envelop us...

...in his embrace of a loving mother.

Let's pay homage to her by placing in the earth this tender shoot...

...symbol of our love and our hope.

This little tree will grow and it will become a big tree...

...stretching towards the sky to thank the Lord.

- Principal, to you. - To me?

Italians, fellow citizens, policemen urban, extra-urban, inter-urban.

- The solemn hour is about to strike. - It's late. - Actually, it's shot.

Since it's late, I want to say thank you our first citizen,

that he made this short speech.

-But if he's been talking for three hours. - Brief in the sense of "brevi manu".

- Go ahead. - What did you say? - Go ahead.

Don't call me familiar, I'll break you the knees! Give me here.

Here, damn you!

- Professors, let's continue. -Look what she did to me!

One, two... go!

Come on, come on!

Come on come on!

Well done, you made "bora-bora"!

Fuck... fuck... assholes!

- Irma, have you seen Paoletto? - No. - Professor, have you seen it?

- Who is Paoletto? That head of ca... ca... - What do you mean?

Dear child... I haven't seen him. I have to do it. Get down, get down!

- Do you want to continue? - I have to maintain the tree.

Did they take me for the Duce?

Friends, I'm telling you honestly, it was hard...

...but I feel proud and happy.

From today, thanks to me, in this garden, in this city...

...there is one more tree.

Mom, did you see? It was me.

I can't pass it on to you, Nicolino, he's doing oral exams.

- Good morning. - What do you want, "crustacean"? - To who?

Not to you, Nicolino, to a damned person janitor stalking me.

- If you want, I'll have him transferred. - No, why have him transferred?

Salvatore is a good person. If not, who do I vent to?

- In your opinion, Angela will be fine to exams? - Of course!

-Then, with the arguments that you have... - If anything, mention my name.

They wipe their asses. HI.

Thank you, Mr. Principal, for not letting me move.

When I become director band, who do I vent to?

You will play in my band a little triangle like that.

Every time you make a mistake, I will say: "Salvatore, you got the wrong note!".

Then he'll spit in your eye. You just have to obey me.

- If I say stay, you stay. If I say to go, go. Now you go. - Where?

- At the usual place. - To do Cleaning? - To fuck off.

- HI. - Mr. Principal... - Go away!

- I meant... - Go away, damn you! - But...

D'Annunzio is the Boccaccio part of Yung's ideal man...

...also because, in addition to being a whoremonger, he was also a fagot.

- Really? Active or passive? - I will tell her...

If he prefers, active, passive and deponent.

-He has a particular development. - Yes, on two parallel fronts.

So, Leibniz said... Therefore, Leibniz said that...

-So, do you remember what he said? -He said that...

- "Monads have no windows." - He said...

"The nuns have no windows."

- Of course, they are cloistered nuns. Go. - Dad, how the fuck do you talk?

- See you next year. - I'm sorry, but I had to do it.

For goodness sake, if it's needed, it's needed.

I'm sorry, but I wanted to do it. At home I'll break your feet.

- At that time? - They screwed me too. - Thank goodness, I thought you were betraying us!

Do you feel prepared, miss?

- Not too much. - She's my nephew. - Shall we talk a little history?

-As you want. - We ask you a very simple thing.

Let's talk about the figure of Napoleon.

- What was Napoleon like? -He was mean and stubborn.

-He had two big green eyes, he was handsome and very tall. - Please?

He is referring to the photos we have seen of Napoleon as a child.

He was very tall and slender, then over time he got shorter.

In Corsica he trotted. Twice in the dust, then in the earth...

- This is cute! - Yes, okay.

- Miss, what do you know about philosophy? - That I think, therefore I exist.

Thinking is not enough, you also need to reflect and want.

- We need to plan for the future. -Have you planned your date?

Miss, I'll ask the questions.

Do you proceed or withdraw? Then see you next year.

- It will be difficult, because they already are two months pregnant. - Huh?!

Professor!

- You mean that that time, to the sea... - Yes, dad.

Bingo, quadruple and five-pointer. Now those are bitter dicks.

Mr. Principal, this gives me the cue to do the new gear...

Cursed, walk! Excuse me. See if you like this one.

Away, damn you! He's unfortunate who wants to lead the band.

Get out!