Lira:
[on the couch, she wears angelic white lingerie and silk stockings]
I'm a very unhappy woman.
Bobby Fine:
You are?
Lira:
[gets amorous]
Oh!
[crawls towards him]
Bobby Fine:
You... you and Eddie seem so happy together.
Lira:
Oh... is a masquerade. I wanted... But, one day, my father he come to me with a long face. And he say that I have to marry a tall American.
Bobby Fine:
You mean it was an arranged marriage?
Lira:
Yes. And so I got off the plane from Rome... and there he was... like the King Kong, huh?
[the large painting of gigantic Eddie grins down at them]
Bobby Fine:
He's a very large man.
Lira:
Very large... yes.
[takes off Bobby's glasses]
Lira:
But not a man.
Bobby Fine:
Not a man? Eddy?
Lira:
[shakes her head]
No.
Bobby Fine:
You... you mean that he's... he's homosexual?
Lira:
No. Not. He's not homosexual. He's... he's not... attente, do you understand?
Bobby Fine:
[shakes his head]
No.
Lira:
He's, ah, overcooked. Soft.
[finds the Italian word]
Bobby Fine:
[rears away with disgust]
I don't think I understand.
Lira:
Oh, caro, the linguini just hangs there, eh?
Bobby Fine:
You mean, he has a problem with impotency?
Lira:
No! He doesn't have a problem, he doesn't care! I've got the problem, caro.
Bobby Fine:
Well, you shouldn't... have such problems.
Lira:
So help me, professore.
[softly:]
Lira:
Help me.
[kisses him]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:00