Fellinis roma 1 schizo
- Come here, honey.
Come over here.
- What’s your name?
- Loredana Fiorini.
- And what are you gonna sing?
- “You Stole My Heart.”
“You Stole My Heart.”
Wiseass.
- Get back in the toilet,
you big piece of shit.
- You have a match, young man? I really
don’t know why they let her sing.
- Wouldn’t you be better off at home,
doing the dishes, girlie?
- Thank you.
- Whatever happened to talent?
- I feel sorry
for the poor girl.
- Hope I didn’t disturb you.
- We’d like to talk to you for a minute.
- What do you wanna talk to me for?
- Just for two minutes.
- You must have me mixed up
with someone else.
- I didn’t do nothing.
You’re making a big mistake.
- Go on. Move.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
the three Kants.
I said Kant and not what your
dirty minds are probably thinking.
“Trotta Cavallino”!
“Trotta Cavallino”!
- Shut up!
- You’d like to hear
“Trotta Cavallino”?
- I like it.
Nice song.