:33:01
What is this shit?
:33:03
I don´t know...
At least it looks like coffee.
:33:07
Sure, and I look like
Vittorio De Sica.
:33:08
Everything they give us is terrible!
:33:10
Look at these pockets.
They´re always ripping open!
:33:15
This cheap thread
doesn´t hold the stitches!
:33:17
The thread isn´t the problem!
:33:19
While our son recites poetry,
his hands go to work in his pockets!
:33:22
What does that mean?
:33:26
Do you get it now?
:33:28
Just as well! Don´t fix them,
sew the pockets closed!
:33:31
But he´lI have no pockets?
:33:33
He´ll work it out.
lt will be good for his health!
:33:37
Lights out!
:33:41
´´...that the weary spirit may ne´re
repose in more restful harbor...´´
:33:46
-Has he gone crazy?
-I think he´s gone blind.
:33:54
´´While upon women´s work
you sat intent,
:33:57
content with the vague future
you held in mind.
:34:01
lt was the scented May and thus
you used to spend your days.´´
:34:05
Good morning, professor.
:34:24
This letter is for you.
:34:27
lt says ´´urgent.´´
:34:32
Siqua recordenti
benefacto priora voluptas
:34:35
est nomini cum
se cogitat esse pium...
:34:39
´´You´re dishonored. Your daughter Malena
is sleeping with the whole town. A friend.´´