Vitelloni, I
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:19:15
Riccardo, as usual,
stares at his growing gut.

:19:26
Helluva time to walk in,
you little punk!

:19:29
'Night, Papa. 'Night, Mama.
:19:32
After eating the meal
his aunts have left for him,

:19:36
Leopoldo prepares to work
on his new play.

:19:39
He puts on his favorite
record, Fly the Night

:19:42
and sits at his table.
:19:47
Removing the cap of his pen,
he draws a triangle

:19:52
and watches his characters
parade across the ceiling.

:20:16
Caterina.
:20:17
She's the neighbors'maid.
:20:19
Hi, Caterina. How's it going?
:20:22
Not so good.
It's too cold out.

:20:24
How are you doing?
- Okay. I'm working.

:20:27
Really?
:20:31
What a lovely moon!
:20:34
- As lovely as you.
- Liar!

:20:36
Why do you always play that song?
:20:39
It inspires me.
:20:44
Just like every other night,
only Moraldo walks the empty streets.


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