Vitelloni, I

What's the big deal?
Just 'cause those two left...

- I wonder if they're in Rome yet.
- What a drag!

You gotta know your way
around Rome to have any real fun.

If he'd gone with me,
it'd be a different story.

A couple of phone calls
and we could have had a ball.

And what about Sandra?
I meant if we were single.
If I went on a honeymoon,
I'd go to Africa, like Hemingway.

Free, in the wild, in a Jeep.
Sounds fabulous.
Africa would be a real escape.
I'd go there with Esther Williams.
- What about Franca Marzi?

Franca Marzi, Ginger Rogers.
Oh, I know!
Remember the surveyor's girlfriend?
The one who burned her shoulder.

- The Ciuffini girl.
- Yeah, Africa with her!

I'd prefer India.
Come on, I called you.
You're always in the way.
What do you want?

You can talk all you like,
but he's in Rome and we're stuck

in this dirty little rat hole.
They make a nice couple, though.
Nice couple?
She's a pretty girl,
but not Fausto, with that face!
He's tall and well built.
- And he has a decent voice.
- Big deal.

We all have voices.
Didn't you have any inkling
about Fausto and your sister?

To be straight about it,
Fausto was a real cad.

He's a scoundrel.
- I wouldn't go that far.

He's a passionate creature,
driven by animal instincts.

What are you talking about?
You think you're writing a play?

Fausto's just a horny...
It's as if one of you went with my sister.

Now there's an idea!