"♪ Alfredo Bini" "♪ presents" "♪ the absurd Totò," "♪ human Totò," "♪ mad Totò," "♪ sweet Totò" "♪ in the story:" "THE HAWKS AND THE SPARROWS ♪ (Evil Fowl and Pretty Birdies)" "♪ told by Pier Paolo Pasolini" "♪ with the innocent," "♪ the cunning," "♪ Davoli Ninetto" "♪ All other actors were found in the streets of the world... ♪ from Femi Benussi, to Vittorio Vittori." "♪ In the sad merry-go-round" "♪ in the glad merry-go-round" "♪ Luigi Scaccianoce architected (Production Design)" "♪ Danilo Donati primped (Costume Design)" "♪ Nino Baragli snipped and rearranged (Film Editor)" "♪ Ennio Morricone musicked (Composer)" "♪ Mario Bernardo and Tonino Delli Colli photographed (Cinematography)" "♪ Fernando Franchi organized (Production Manager)" "♪ Sergio Citti helped philosophically (Assistant Director☻)" "♪ A small troupe, in the hinterlands, vagabonded... ♪ only, among the farms and hamlets they went at each other's throats." "♪ by producing he risked his position:" "♪ Alfredo Bini" "♪ by directing he risked his reputation:" "♪ Pier Paolo Pasolini ♪Translated by♪  XQ2☻♥" "Where is humanity headed?" "Search me!" "Gist of an interview of MAO by Mr. Edgard Snow" "You don't mess with the moon." "Who says?" "Why not?" "Because it sulks, then you need to wait for the high tide." "What's this high tide?" "What causes it?" "Ever seen the garbage the sea brings onto the sand?" " What causes that?" " Search me!" "The moon has a gravitational force due to which, water rises." "Hey, pop, I really like mom's new dentures!" "They cost me enough!" "Not 'austerity measures' teeth of yore." "But, made with real teeth, She's fanatical about them." "Nngh!" "See how she locks them in the dresser?" "Scared that Grampa will steal them." "By the way, did you remember to spray DDT in the stable?" " No, Papa, I forgot." " Dammit!" "No, papa, It's not my fault." "Loony Giuseppina was on her balcony with boobs out to here." "Too bad you weren't there." "I don't give a fricking damn!" "I care about the stable." "Those poor cows, eaten alive by flies!" "You need to be coscientious!" "That's why those poor cows moan all night long." "Mmm, mmoo!" "A Cinzano and a soda pop, how much?" "One Seventy." " Hey pop, she doesn't put out." " Go, go have your drink." "You wanna learn?" "Hell yeah!" "Gotta count your steps, or you'll never learn," "Come on, one, two, three, four." "One, two, three, four." "Guys, the bus!" "Listen..." "Tell me something, do you comb your hair with a vacuum cleaner?" "VIA BENITO TEARFUL Unemployed" "Papa, I got stuff to do, I told you." "No kidding." "Yeah, yeah!" " What happened?" " Search me!" " Wedding?" " Search me!" "Who were they?" "Who?" "Whats'is name, Martucci..." "the rubbermouth and his wife." "Papa, I'm gonna see my friend." "Back in 5 minutes." "Make it quick." "VIA ANTONIO SCARFNOODLE Street sweeper (pun: fucker)" "VIA LILLO BLANKET-RIPPER Ran away at age 12" "Hello." "You look like an airplane." "Why'd you come?" "I'm trying out a friend's Fiat 600." "Shoulda seen me fly!" "He was so scared!" "'Course." "You're nuts!" "Why are you dressed like that?" "It's the Feast of Mary and there's a play at the kindergarten." "Looks cute on you." "You coming dancing on Sunday?" " Hmph..." "No!" " You say it like, I give a damn!" "Well, if you pick us up in the 600..." "Can't, my friend's taking it to a mechanic." "To soup it up;" "turn it into a rocket!" "Then, voom!" "You won't even see me go by!" "You know, they saw you with another girl at school." "So?" "I ran into her, we talked." "Sure, talk!" "You went to the meadow, she told me herself." "What meadow?" "!" "We cut through 'cause it was late or her father woulda beat her." "You understand, huh, huh?" "Ciao, Nino." "What?" "..." "What?" "Go!" "Go away, I never wanna see you again!" "Will you gimme kiss?" "The cop who saw them, said they were filhty with vomit." "He was on the bed." "She was lying in the hall, her hands stetched out to the door." "Hey pops, if you ask me, life is nothing." "Oh sure, death is much." "When you're dead, everything you had to do, is done." "Hey pop, I think a lot about death." "I mean, how does someone die?" "Slowly, he breathes and goes,..." "Why can't he just keep breathing?" "All of a sudden he can't go,..." "Is he aware, that he can no longer go,...?" "How can he sense if he's alive or dead?" "[Horns, to avert bad luck]" "Go, ask somebody else!" "Have I ever died, before?" "Hey pop, I'd like to be a parrot so, I could live 2 or 300 years." "A rich man dies:" ""Here lies one loaded with cash."" "The richest man in the cemetery." "Imagine, what a bummer for him!" "Blessed is the poor wretch, because few know he died." "They write:" ""One died..." "Next!"" "But, no." "For a rich man, dying is like paying for life's tab." "Sure, he pays!" "But life gave him something." "Whereas the poor wretch pays, but, got nothing from life." "What does the wretch do?" "He passes from one death to another." "Friends, where are you going?" "So, friends, where are you going?" " What did you say?" " I never spoke!" "So, I'm hearing things, now?" "Don't you want me as a fellow traveller, huh?" "Who is it?" "Pop, look it's, the crow!" "[The road begins, the journey is already over]" "Sure, I won't be a bother, if I tag along?" "No, doc, it's a pleasure." "Right, pop?" "Since we're sharing a stretch of road," " can you tell me where you're headed?" " Down there." "That's rather vague!" "Where, over there?" " Down there." " I bet I can guess." " Go on, then, guess." "You're going to a photographer to take the boy's ID picture, for his new job at Fiat." " No." " No." "Did that last week." "Going to your godfather's, for his son's baptism." " No." " No." " Damn good guess, though!" "Just yesterday, we went to the baptism, at Torre Liscia." " Oh, right!" " Are you a prophet, doc?" " Prophet?" "I wish!" "Either prophet, or policeman!" "Let me think." "So... then..." "You're going to a fortune-teller, to get medicine for Ninetto who has a tapeworm." "Getting warm." "Warmer." "Hot!" "Excuse my insistence, won't you tell me you're going?" "I told you, down there!" "Down where?" "Right, left, straight ahead?" "All the way down to the end!" "Excuse me, I've never seen you around." "Where are you from?" "Who are you, sir?" "I come from far away." "My country's called Ideology." "I live in the capital, the city of the future, on Karl Marx Street, number 70 times 7." " And we live in Trashburg," " On Underfed Street." " Number 23." "Under Mount Riffraff." "World famous for the martyrdom of St. Analphabetic!" "Oh, Go..." "Oh, Godda...!" "This sun's starting to heat up." "It's cooking my brains." "Ayi!" "Mm..." "Hey, pop, why don't we have a nice nap, in that meadow?" "Ahh!" " Keep walking, you skunk!" " C'mon, you feel like it too!" "Huh?" "Huh?" "I have two calluses, on my little toe, and on my big toe, that are giving the torments of purgatory." "You've been blessed." "Blessed, my eye!" "With this poverty?" "!" "Yes, blessed." "Blessed!" "Why, blessed?" "Blessed, because you stroll, about the suburbs, like lords." "The early sun, young workers and you, pop into cafes at 8: am." "You steal kisses from girls dressed as angels." "And discuss life and death with the first words that come to mind." "But I, on the other hand..." "Don't you have parents, family, anyone?" "My parents are Mr. Doubt and Madam Conscience." "Well, I'm Ninetto." "Son of Innocenti, Totò and Semplicetti, Grazia." "[Total Innocence, Simplicity  Grace]" "Your innocence, simplicity and grace are religious." "Religion is the power that leads you, step by step, along the road, unknown to all." "Whether you're farmers or workers, is not important." "A road that takes you far away where all the world's roads meet..." "Speaking of religion, I'd like to tell you a little story, if I may." "Sure, you may." "And how!" "To cheat the weariness of this long trek in the sun." " Get a load of him!" " May I?" "May I?" " Good idea!" "This story, I want to tell, is a strange story about evil fowl and pretty birdies." "It's the year 1200." "Reference to events or people of our time is not at all coincidental." "You, who don't want to know, who live as assassins in the clouds, bandits in the wind, like madmen in the sky;" "you who keep your laws, outside the law, who spend your days in a world trampled by the world, you, who do not toil, but dance at the massacres of the great." "We may know you only through God, because our eyes, too inured to our lives, no longer recognize your life in the desert or the widerness;" "rich only in progeny." "We must reconceive you, as you are;" "as Christ's testimonial to to the parched faithful, with your joy and pure strength of faith." "Therefore I charge you, Brother Ciccillo, and you, Brother Ninetto, to go forth and preach to the birds." "And I say, it is fitting to start with two very different classes;" "from hawks, which are aggressive, to sparrows, which are humble." "Praise the Lord." "Amen." "What are you doing with that slingshot?" "Throw it away and say a Hail Mary!" "These saints, though, sure pretend much!" "Heh, heh!" "Like it's an easy thing, talking to birds!" " Yeah, that's what I say!" " Shut up, you." "You think he took ME for a saint?" "Oh yeah, with that mug?" "!" "A saint?" "!" "Why, what's wrong with my face?" "Brother Cicci, let's do this;" "we go back to St Francis and say we're not capable and he should send someone else, huh?" "I'll give you such a smack!" "Or, you know what?" "We'll visit the farmers we met yesterday who gave us that great ricotta We'll eat and sleep with them." "In a month we go back and say:" ""Brother Frankie, the birds want you"" "No, we're not saints, we're human men." "But, by the Lord's grace, we have a brain." "And so Brother Ciccillo and Brother Ninetto set off to evangelize the birds." "What do we tell them, now?" "It's up to you, Brother Ciccillo." "May God help you." "You know, I can't help you, 'cause I'm no good at anything." "I'll make a vow." "O Lord, give me the strength to remain on this spot, where I placed my knees, until I've sanctified all the little hawks on this rock and in the world as is the will of St Francis." "Get a load of this guy!" "What's he doing?" "I dunno, must be a Friar gone to seed." "Are you spying on Christ?" "Hey, let's defrock him!" "Think they'd let me be a Friar?" "I don't eat much." "Hey, leave him alone!" "What do you want with him?" "That's enough!" "Here comes, Brother Daisy!" "Will you leave him alone?" "Leave him in peace." "Shame on you!" "You know who you're harrassing?" "A saint!" "A saint!" "A saint!" "Sure, St. Chicory!" "Help, Brother Ciccillo!" "Pass!" "Catch!" "Heads up!" " Throw'im here!" " What are you doing?" "Help, Bother Ciccillo!" "Damn, this grass grows fast!" " Quack, quack!" "They were right to call us Friars of the field." "There's chicory all over." "And some ivy, too, see?" "Nettles, too." "Let me weed out some of your nettles." "Shh, quiet!" "Quiet!" "Go away!" "Go!" "Quaaaaack!" "Summer came, the season of cicadas, of nettles, of picnics on the grass, of tomatoes." "Autumn came..." "Winter came." "It had never snowed as much as that year." "Again the lovely season returned." "That's enough, I'm bored!" "I wanna go." "What am I doing here?" "I'm no good at anything." "I can't even talk to people, much less, birds!" "Why am I here?" "Tell me." "To count the bugs on you?" "I'm bored, bored, bored!" "I'm going back home to my mother." "But Brother Ciccillo couldn't answer, because after a year of being silent, his throat had rusted." "Tell me, Brother Ciccillo, aren't I right?" "What's the point of me staying here, day and night, summer and winter, rain or shine, leading this lousy life?" "What's the point?" "To gain Paradise, my son!" "Mind if I rest in your shade?" "Paradise!" "I have it!" "I've found it!" "Lord God, thank you!" "I found it!" "I found it!" "Hawks, hawks, come, listen..." "Come, listen..." "Who are you?" "What do you want?" "We are God's creatures." "We want to speak with you, God's creatures." "God?" "Who is God?" "The creator of creatures." "And why did God create us?" "Why did you create your children?" "So, then, every one of us is God?" "Don't push it!" "Show them some consideration, and right away they take advantage," "So, what does this God want from us?" "Love!" "LOVE..." "LOVE!" "Take it easy, knock it off!" "Be off with you!" "Damn, that was hard work!" "But we did it, at last." "I'm so happy, Brother Cicci." "For you, I mean, not me!" "Oopla!" "How'd you do it?" "How?" "Eh, God helps those who help themselves." "Faith is for saints." "They do everything, with faith." "But I'm a man, a human man." "Here's what I did." "I said to myself, Brother Ciccillo, come on!" "Wrack your brain!" "Faith believes, Science perceives." "Lucky you, with such a melon on your shoulders!" "Hey?" "St Francis was right to send you." "How pleased he'll be, when we tell him all these things!" "Let's have some fun now, huh?" "We earned it." "We'll play the organ in church, a bit, to thank the Lord, then to the farmer's house to eat ricotta and pecorino cheese." "Remember the cellars, full of wine?" "Father Ciccillo?" "And we'll ask for new tunics, this one's had it." "It's disgusting!" "Don't you think so, too, Brother Ciccillo?" "He who faithfully serves the Lord is always rushed." "Oh, ye of slender faith!" "The hawks are done." "Now it's the sparrows' turn." "Let's go." "Fine, Brother Ciccillo, forget I mentioned it." "Where'll we go to convert the sparrows?" "Down here!" "Let's hope it's not as hard as the hawks, my Lord." "But this time, too, I'll vow not to move my knees from where I've set them, until the sparrows have been sanctified." "And let's hope they're not... hard-headed." "What's he doing, Mrs. Weed?" "I don't know, Mrs. Need." "Do you, Mrs. Greed?" "Must be a bodily function, Mrs. Weed." "Hey you rascal, c'mere!" " What do you want?" " What's he doing?" "He'll be there at least a year." "In a year, a fig tree grows figs." "What does a Friar grow, a beard?" "You may well talk, but he's a saint." "Do you believe that, Mrs. Weed?" "Who knows, Mrs. Need?" "What do you say, Mrs. Greed?" "Mrs. Weed, we haven't seen yet, if in the rain, he gets wet." "Right now, he's converting sparrows." "But elsewhere, he's performed a lot of miracles!" "In Frattocchie he turned wine into water because they were drunkards." "At Zagarolo, water into wine because he liked to drink." "At Sgurgola, he left well enough alone." "♪ Ora pro nobis [Lat. pray for us]" "♪ Ora..." "♪ pro nobis" "Mrs. Need!" "Mrs. Greed!" "Mrs. Weed!" "Mrs. Need, Mrs. Weed, Mrs. Greed..." "Watermelon!" "Sweet watermelon!" "Ricotta!" "Ricotta!" "Ave, ave, ave." "God, give me patience!" "For our answered prayers, bless you Brother Ciccillo!" "Thank God, he saved me from the wasps, or I'd still be wrapped in compresses!" "Good day, Good day," "I beg you, Lady Luck, touch me with your magic wand." "You sure, you want it?" " Yes!" " You sure?" " Yes!" " Bam!" " Ayi!" "A moment's indulgence, Lord, excuse what I'm about to do." "But even you, in the temple at Jerusalem, concluded that sometimes you gotta kick ass." "Enough!" "Come on, Ninetto, it's time to end this!" " No, no, no!" " Take that!" "And may God forgive me." " No, no, no!" " Oh, yes!" "Take that!" "Jesus, what a lovely ricotta!" "Take that!" "All right, I'm ready." "Let us thank the Lord." " Why is no one coming forward?" " Quiet, you!" "They don't answer." "They don't answer!" "They don't answer." "Darn them to heck!" "Science..." "Oh sure..." "Science..." "Faith is what I need with you." "Forget science!" "Seems I didn't have enough faith." "My Lord," "I didn't have enough faith." "Father Ciccillo, can I play a bit of hopscotch?" "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Just a little." "I haven't played for two years!" "Go, go, my son, go." "Play, play." "What can I say?" "This is all messed up, anyway." "It's back to square one." "Oh, well... patience." "I found it!" "I found it, I found it!" "By Easter, it'll all be done." "Sparrows don't speak by chirping." "What a dope I was!" "What a dope!" "O Lord, let's hope this time it works." "So, how did the sparrows talk to one another?" "What language had Brother Ciccillo learned during his long meditations?" "Simple: sparrows communicated by hopping." "Sparrows, come, listen..." "Come, listen..." "Who ae you?" "What do you want?" "We are servants of the Lord, we bring you glad tidings." "Oh, finally!" "We've been waiting for a while!" "That'a good one!" "You've really been expecting us?" "Oh, yes." "Especially in winter, when there's not a crumb in sight in the whole country!" "Just a moment." "What kind of good news were you expecting, guys?" "The news announcing heaps of millet and wheat." "Ayi!" "Oi!" "How hard I have to work to bring you the good news!" "So, what does this good news expect from us?" "Fasting!" "What?" "What did you say?" "Fasting, but not starving." "We don't wanna starve you to death." "In short, a sacrifice..." "love." "O Lord, love!" "Love..." "Love!" "LOVE!" "Most high, omnipotent Lord, how glad I am that there's a sun!" "And how glad I am that there's water, so that the filthy can wash their kisser." "You're happy, Brother Ciccillo, eh?" "Praised be the Lord for this jack ass, for all these sheep," "and for that shepherd lass." "Why not?" " Amen." "Praise my Lord for this blessed world where everyone can dwell," "Even those who think it's hell." " Amen." "Blessed be the fresh grass, the nettles, the chicory, and those who eat it, in God's glory!" "Woe to those who die in mortal sin." "How I hate to see their funerals, so grim." "Amen." "Praised be the Lord for the happiness in our hearts and because all you give us is jam and tarts." "Why?" "Why?" "You see, Brother Francis, we converted the hawks." "The hawks, as hawks, worship the Lord." "And then, Brother Francis, we also converted the sparrows." "And the sparrows, too, as sparrows, for their part, are OK with it." "They worship the Lord." "But the fact of they beat the crap out of each other." "They kill each other." "What can I do, if there's a class of hawks and a class of sparrows who can't get along?" "What can you do?" "Everything with God's help." " What do you men by that?" " What do you men by that?" "I mean, you must teach the hawks an sparrows what they don't understand, that you should have taught them." " What?" " What?" "We need to change this world, Brother Ciccillo." "That's what you haven't understood." "One day a blue eyed man will come, who will say:" ""We know that justice is progressive," ""and, that as society gradually progresses," ""it sparks awareness, of its own imperfection" ""and bring to light the strident, imploring" ""inequalities which afflict humanity."" "Isn't this awareness of inequality between classes and nations, that is the gravest threat to peace?" "Go and start over from scratch." "Praise the Lord." "Let's go, Ninetto, let's start over." "Come." "Come on, son, don't lose heart." "Don't lose heart." "Buck up, c'mon!" "Cheerfully." "For those in doubt, or who got distracted, we remind you the crow is a left-wing intellectual, let's say, of the era before Palmiro Togliatti's death..." "If you'll permit me." "[NO DUMPING ALLOWED]" "What am I supposed to do, here?" "Tan taran tara!" "Charge!" "[PRIVATE PROPERTY]" "♪ Stay with me on the bus We'll go downtown in the sun" "Say, Ninetto, who's the guy who went to the moon?" "Gagarin?" "Pops, how should I know?" "How about that!" "The moon seems so far away." "Seems like a dream, and yet, one way or another they'll get there." "Can you see it?" "Seems only I can see it." "I see it, too." "I know, I know." "Filthy delinquents!" "You all come here to do it!" "One of these days, I'll shoot you!" "What is this, a public toilet?" "I can't watch out, all day, for people doing their filthy business in my field!" "I have young daughters!" "Bring'em over!" "We have laws for that sort of thing, you pigs!" " I could sue you!" " What?" "It's fertilizer, YOU should pay US!" "Y'know what?" "Take your fertilizer home." "Sir, are you joking, or are you serious?" "I'm not joking!" "Take your filth away!" " Or else, what?" " Buckshot, that's what!" "Serena, fetch my gun!" "I'll kill both of you!" "A joke's a joke, but now, I'm fed up!" "Take that!" "Serena, my gun!" "Shoot!" "Shoot!" "A crapshoot over a spit of land!" "Now, you run." "Chickening out, huh?" "Oh God!" "Mamma!" "Papa, run!" "♪ And the cartridge belts we wear contain cigarette butts..." "You should've done like Gandhi;" "got out your handkerchief meekly put in your poop and taken it away." "Then, the landowner would've looked like a chump on his own property." "Aah!" "Aah!" "It's time to put an end to wars!" "We must struggle united for peace!" "We must struggle united for peace!" "Is no one home?" "Are you all dead?" "Resuscitate yourselves!" "By Jove!" "Where are you holed up, you leeches?" "Shh!" "What the heck are you doing up there?" "Can't you answer?" "Shh!" "..." "Quiet!" "Silence!" "Speak quietly." "Hello." " Speak quietly, or you'll wake my kids." " At this hour?" "Make yourselves at home." "Mamma!" "Mamma!" "Go to sleep, it's still night." "Sleep." "Cut the preliminaries!" "Either the money, or I hand it over to my lawyer, and we'll see what happens!" "Atta boy, Papa!" "Signor Marcello, you see how thing are." "We're left with nothing." "Have patience." "Last time, we gave you our pig." "Before that, you took the woollen mattresses, bedside rugs, and all." "This time, what can we give you?" "We have nothing left." "You eat swallow's nests, ma'am?" "The Chinese!" "The Chinese!" "The Chinese!" "Mamma!" "Oh, mom!" "Sleep, it's still night." "Sleep." "It's a shack... but, with the surrounding land, we'll recover our money, just the same." "No, not the house!" "For pity's sake, not the house!" "Not the house!" "The house, yes!" "The very thing!" "Atta boy, Papa!" "Mamma!" "Mamma!" "Sleep, it's still night." "Sleep!" "For four days I've kept the kids in bed without food." "For four days I've been telling them it's night." "Because when they get up, they want to eat." "What can I feed them, sir?" "Madam, I don't know what to tell you." "I can do nothing about it." "'Pray' to the Madonna, rather than 'prey' on me." ""Business is business"!" "Is that clear?" "Ninetto, let's go." "After you." "You got something to say?" "You talk only when you feel like it?" "If you have something to say, say it to my face." "Anyway, I'm in the right." "I'm not saying you did wrong." "I simply say, watch out that a bigger fish doesn't eat you." "The nest is served." " Good day." " Good day." "Pardon us, Sir, but could you give us a hand to push this Cadillac which just won't move." "You may say, but, you're four able-bodied guys." "But no..." "No!" "There's this guy... who, forgive the expression, has hemorrhoids." "This other, you can see for yourself." "For the lady there's no need for explanations." "As for the third," "The young lord, just this morning had a manicure, and doesn't want to ruin his hands." "Fine!" "As long as it's quick." "[FLYING SPECTACLES]" "1, 2, 3." "Push, Ninetto!" " Push yourself, Papa!" " Rude boy!" "To start this car we'll need the hand of God." "Anyway, I thank you for your collaboration." "May I present myself, Pasquale Prettylobes." "Cyrus Cutie-pie," "Jimpeccable" "Urganda the Unknown," "Hannibal the Vegetarian, and these are my little kids." "Paysthepiper, called "Pip"." "Colgatewithgardol, called "Col"." "Do you have calluses?" "Don't remind me, blessed negro." "You know those guys who walk barefoot on burning coals?" "To burn off evil spirits of death?" "From your neck of the woods, I think." " Well, I'm worse off." "I have miraculous remedy." "Don't get you hopes up, he uses that remedy only for himself." "He guards that cream jealously." "If he were to part with it, it'd be only to a big spender." "I am a man of some means, if it's not too big a sacrifice." " Name your price." " Five thousand." "[They agreed on one thousand]" "People!" "People!" "People!" "Look at all the people!" "[HOW ROME RUINED THE WORLD]" "In the year 2000 they still do such things!" "Poor buggers!" "What happened?" "I knew it!" "Hurry, pops!" "I think she's about to give birth." "I'll box you ears!" "At your age, you shouldn't be looking at this!" "Hot water!" "Hot water!" "What for?" "I oughta know what for, I've had 18, kids!" "Hot water!" "(She coulda waited...)" "Hot water, guys!" "Another mouth to feed, long live, Mary!" "It's a girl, Jesus lives!" "Applause for the mamma!" "Brava!" "Well done!" "Atta girl!" "Encore!" "Whew!" "Now, the next church you come to, you leave her out front." "What shall we call her?" "No one wanted her, no one expected her." "She came, anyway, yes?" "Then, let her be "Welcome"!" "Yes, Welcome, Welcome!" "Welcome." "Welcome, I like it." "Welcome!" "What are you laughing at?" "Do you know what's in the can?" "Read it." "Who can read, anymore?" "I haven't read anything for 40 years." "What does it say?" "What's written on the can?" " I don't understand it!" " Just read." "I don't understand any of it!" "Anti... anti-fecundative." "(Contraceptive)" "They sold you, as a callus remover, some expired contraceptive." "Those wretches!" "What?" "Wretches?" "!" "You laugh at others misfortunes?" "What does it mean, if a pomade is anti-fe...what'sit?" "Don't you know?" "How many kids do you have?" "Eighteen, why?" "If you'd used this medicine, you wouldn't have all those kids." "Get a load of him!" "Why shouldn't I have had them?" "Over half of the beings composing this progressive humanity are in a state of suffering, both ignoble and intolerable." "They suffer hunger." "Hunger, literally." "And it'll only get worse." "The more kids you have, the more hunger grows, don't you think?" "Use your wives more judiciously, dammit!" "♪ Carmen, Carmen!" "♪ You alone are not enough, I'm gonna need three, Carmen!" "♪ Carmen!" "♪ I'm of sturdy stock, I can satisfy all three." "Carmen!" "♪ Carmen!" "♪ I don't do it out of spite, believe you me." "Carmen!" "♪ Carmen!" "♪ It's just that I'm bone headed as can be!" "♪ It's just that I'm bone headed as can be!" "ee, ee..." "It's twilight..." "Twilight of great hopes." "Those pitiful con men will be first to be left in the shadows." "Hopefully in the company of Rossellini and Brecht." "Whereas the workers will continue to advance in this twilight." "Ideologies are passé!" "Here's me contining to talk, of God knows what,... to men, going, who knows where." "1st CONVENTION OF DANTEIST DENTISTS" "Professor Ottovolante;" "women think he's extraordinary, but in reality he inferred all his material from a miscellany of Danteist studies by the English professor" "Fred Efamen (cold and hungry) published in Oxford in 1933," "This Fred Efamen, among other things, is the author of the novel, um..." "'Bloody Underpants at Scotland Yard', which was the source of all of James Bond." "Please, what can I do for you?" "We'd like to speak with the Engineer." "Please, come in." "Oh God!" "Mamma!" "Lions!" "Calm down." "Be good." "Be... polite, Ninetto!" "Pops, he could eat me in one bite!" "You don't know anything!" "This is customary among the gentry." "What's so strange about it?" "What have I got to do with the gentry?" "If your father's involved, so are you." "Good day, Engineer, excuse me if I don't get up." "I imagine you came to fulfil your obligation." "Today's the 25th." "The final deadline, if I'm not mistaken." "Well, that was my intention." "Let me explain." "All that snow we had, ruined 2 hectares of my broccoli, and I didn't make a single Lira." "Then this wretched boy, here... every Sunday, he swiped my tractor, to go to Mass." "But since he's not such a good driver one Sunday, he smashed a Fiat 600 to bits!" "I had to pay, no?" "Another expense!" "And then, I have 18 children..." "you know how it is." "The only one of them who could've helped me out; this moron... got the calling... and became a Capuchin monk!" "Huh?" "Engineer, this wild animal..." "I'm just a businessman." "I do business." "I care about business." "So, give me the money or I'll have you in jail, without batting an eyelid." "See?" "You and your mother, don't believe I'm in a pickle!" "Excuse me, Sir." "I'd prepared a lovely bouquet of roses for Madam Engineer, but I forgot it at home." "I'll bring it another time." "My regards, Engineer." "Ignorant dolt!" "They're still the same." "Nothing can change them!" "Papa!" "Papa!" "Where are you running to?" "Where are you going, dammit!" "Where?" "Run!" "Coming!" "Run, come on, papa!" "Wait!" "Run, run, papa!" "I'm coming!" "Hurry, papa!" "It's leaving!" "Here I am!" "♪ Tick-tock tam!" "♪ Ticky tick-tock tam!" "♪ Ticky-ticky tick-tock tam!" "Oh well..." "Patience." "We'll catch the next one." "Let's sit on that mound." "Hey pops, that crow is a good christian soul." "I didn't believe it, but see?" "He's right to badmouth those buffoons." "The only decent one was the guy with the beard, who went: ta ta taa.." "I think he may be part crow!" "Hey pop, when I get in at the factory, the first time we strike," "I'll go to the Engineer and kill all his dogs," "That'll teach him!" "You coming too, papa?" "Wouldn't miss it!" "I'll come and: ta-ta-ta-ta..." "Let's go, Ninetto." "Palmiro Togliatti leader of the Italian Communist Party 1927-'64" "I'm not even gonna ask you where you're going anymore." "I sense we're nearing the end and I, who know so many things, will never understand this:" "The road begins... and the journey is already over." "What are you doing?" "Looking at the swallows." "What's your name?" "Luna." "100 meters farther on..." "Help!" "Ayi, ayi, my belly!" "What can it be?" "Oh God, it can't be!" "Again?" "My stomach hurts." "I hear it going "glug, glug" inside." "Oi, oi, oi..." "I can't hold it in." "Be right back." "Hey, brunette!" "Brunette!" "Hey, brunette!" "(C'mere..." "C'mere)" "Oh, Luna, Luna, the things you make me do!" "Let's go down there." "It's a nice spot." "All newly mown hay." "An aroma like you wouldn't believe," "What did you eat, today?" "Actually, we haven't dined yet." "I had dinner at my sister's." "Steak with pan fried spinach." "What did I tell you?" "Can you smell it?" "Hmm..." "Ah!" "Now I feel better, let's go!" "Ayi, oi oi!" "My guts are churning!" "Seriously, what did we eat that was so bad?" "I can't stand it." "Wait a minute, I'll be real quick." "Where are you going, idiot?" "Come back!" "Hmm... hm!" "Hey, Luna!" "Hey, Luna!" "Hoh!" "Are you deaf?" "Luna, I'm his son." "I figured." "You've got a face like a choir boy!" "Damn, you got great tits!" "Better than Mary-lean'em-out-the-window." "Who?" "Someone, me and my friends hang out with." "But she's really old." "A stomach like this!" "One skinny leg and one fat." "She hardly has a nose, at all!" "She has eyes and a mouth." "But a nose?" "Who knows?" "I make you laugh?" "I like people like you." "Your father had me in stitches, too." "Everything OK, doc?" "Eh, heh!" ""Professors should be eaten with hot sauce,"" "Giorgio Pasquali said, "But whoever eats and digests them" ""becomes a bit professorial himself."" "Hey pops, I feel better, let's go!" "You..." "Don't eat any more of that stuff, it's bad for you!" "So many problems to speak of, on the subject of whores!" "And the crow began again to speak and speak and speak..." "Once I'd have railed against God, country, family..." "Today it's not worth the trouble." "Or perhaps..." "I'm finished." "My time is up." "My words fall in the void." "Don't think, Signor Totò, that I weep for the end of what I believe in." "I'm sure, someone else will come, to take up my banner and carry it forward." "I weep only for myself." "It's only human, no?" "When you feel you don't count anymore." "(Nino, Nino.)" "(What?" "What?" ")" "Excuse us, master crow." "I must have a word with this imbecile!" "Move!" " I'm gonna eat him." " What?" "☻" " We're gonna eat him." " What?" "!" "If we don't eat him, someone else will." "What's he got to live for?" "He seems demented, even." "Yeah, I'm fed up with him, too." "It'll teach him to meddle in people's business." "How will we eat him?" "Like the ancient bards, who ate figs and tossed shards.*" "Eh!" "Darn it all to heck!" "♪ Dear friends" "♪ as always" "♪ It ends like this, begins like this, closes like this" "♪ continues like this" "♪ this story of" "THE HAWKS AND THE SPARROWS ♪ (evil fowl and cute birdies)" "[END]" "♪Translated by♪  XQ2☻♥"