:16:03
Mario...
:16:05
as your superior I must order you
to deIiver the undeIivered maiI.
:16:09
Yes, yes, yes.
:16:13
But you're stiII
moping after that girI.
:16:17
Beatrice is pretty now...
:16:19
but in 50 years
she'II be as ugIy as the rest.
:16:22
Beatrice wiII never be ugIy.
:16:27
I heId the spIendor of your eyes...
:16:30
secretIy within me,
bIissfuI Beatrice.
:16:37
What's Beatrice got to do with it?
:16:39
It's a poem.
:16:41
Dante AIighieri--
:16:43
No, GabrieIe D'Annunzio, my poet.
:16:48
Your poet wrote something
for Beatrice?
:16:53
I don't Iike it.
:16:56
Strange, I thought you'd
appreciate a hymn to Beatrice.
:17:02
Thank you. Good-bye.
:17:24
- SIeeping Beauty...
- Good evening.
:17:28
Good evening. Give the MarshaI
his usuaI, and pour one for me, too.
:17:39
Thank you.
:17:42
Your niece gets
more and more beautifuI.
:17:45
If you onIy knew how difficuIt
it is to keep a hoId on her.
:17:50
Young peopIe today
aren't what they used to be.
:17:54
They have everything
and want the moon.
:17:56
I remember my poor departed mother.
I'd trembIe whenever she spoke.