Marcello Mastroianni en el papel de...
Oreste Nardi
- Oreste: How would you like a pizza? Huh?
- Adelaide: You mean pizza?
- Oreste: Yes! Pizza.
- Adelaide: But, I'm not in the mood for pizza.
- Oreste: Oh, but your favorite meal is pizza. Come on!
- Adelaide: But, I don't feel like eating pizza today.
- Oreste: You can't talk me out of it. We're definitely eating pizza.
- Oreste: Adelaide, you do want pizza, right?
- Adelaide: Yes.
- Oreste: [to the waiter] Then, take our order for it. For that whore sitting there, one Neopolitan pizza and for this cuckold you're staring at, nothing! Because, I have not come here to eat! But, to tell everyone, everyone, this one infamous woman is cheating on me with that son-of-a-bitch pizza maker, Nello Sarafini, with that stupid mustache!
- Oreste: Do you have a girl? Mine's name is Adelaide. Loves a man like no one you ever met. She screams and bites and moans a lot.
- Nello: I like having a dozen girls. Oh well, a couple. I don't think love should be possessive or limited to one person. I think that's an injustice! But, what can we do? We want men to be free. We're against one man owning another; so, how can we ask a woman to be nothing but a man's possession? Isn't that right?
- Oreste: No. You must be kidding or you're too young to think clearly. A worker has only one possession in the world and that's his own woman. And you talk about robbing him of that too?