[first lines]

Nora Mainardi: What do you take me for, an idiot? Well, you'll find out just how wrong you are!

Mainardi: An idiot? Oh, no, you're no idiot, my love! What you are is an hysterical lunatic!

Nora Mainardi: An hysterical lunatic? And who the hell is this Federica telephoning every ten minutes with that sexy voice of hers?

Mainardi: Cut it out. This Federica, whoever she is, has got to be a client.

Nora Mainardi: Sure, just like all the others. Whores: that's all they are.

[last lines]

Mainardi: I guess we'd better get going. It's beginning to get very cold.