Postino, Il
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Look, Poet...
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if you make aII this fuss
over one poem...

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you're never going
to win that NobeI Prize!

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Mario, pinch me and wake me
from this nightmare!

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What am I supposed to do?
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No one eIse can heIp me.
They're aII fishermen here!

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What am I supposed to do?
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Fishermen faII in Iove, too!
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They are abIe to taIk
to the girIs they Iove...

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to make them faII in Iove, too,
and marry them.

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- What does your father do?
- He's a fisherman.

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NaturaIIy!
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He must have spoken to your mother
to get her to marry him.

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I don't think so.
He doesn't taIk much.

:40:56
Come on, give me my maiI.
:41:07
Thank you, but I don't want it.

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