Bonanza

Hey, hey, hello.

Hey, you coming to the circus, huh?

Stop that. What's the matter with you?

The way you whistled at her was an insult.

I'm tired of your jealousy. Now behave yourself.

Well, so you're coming to see us, huh?

Oh, what a pretty little girl.

On behalf of the entire population of our fair township, welcome to Virginia City.

Thank you, thank you very much.

For myself, for my troop, and for my sister, Dona Luisa.

Ben! Ben Cartwright!

Now this whole trip from San Francisco is worth all the inconvenience.

Well, I was wondering if you could... Ben Cartwright, my delight is beyond expression.

Ten years now, isn't it? Ten years!

Oh, Guido, my son, Joseph.

Senor Guido, what else?

Petina, Carlo, I have the honor to present my old and good friend, Ben Cartwright, also his son, Joseph.

Senorina Petina.

And sell me Senor Carlo Alfieri.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Oh, Dona Luisa, you remember Ben Cartwright.

Who could forget Ben Cartwright?

It is such a pleasure to see you again.

How wonderful to see you.

This is my son, Joseph Dona Luisa.

Now, this is what I've done.

As soon as I heard that you were coming into town, I canceled your hotel reservations.

My two older boys are away in a cattle-buying creek, and there's lots of room at the Ponderosa,

so you're all coming out there to stay with us.

Oh, yeah, just like that.

Just like that.

Magnifico.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I'll be up with you wherever you go.

Ah, but of course.

How else could I satisfy the inner man?

And if the inner man is not content, then the outer man is not fit to inhabit a civilized society.

A pinch of oregano, the finest, from Greece.

A pinch, no more.

It's like the garlic.

One wishes only the perfume, not a suffocation.

You know, it is not everyone I would give my prize family recipes to.

Tonight, my old friend, I'm going to give you a prize.

My old friend, you will dine on a caponata di melanzane and a pasta di

sardi, such as you have not eaten since you were at my villa in Palermo.

Yeah, well, I remember when I was at your villa in Palermo, my clothes fit just a bit too snugly.

Well, first it has to simmer a little.

Well, while it's simmering, why don't we have a little masala?

I still have a couple of bottles left from that case I brought back with me.

So Ira gets sick on the vinegar and Hoss ends up winning the contest anyway.

Well, what's so funny?

I'm just telling about the time I entered Hoss in that flapjack.

Oh, yeah, well, let's not bring up those painful memories again.

And let us not spoil my melanzani.

It'll be ready in a little while, so I suggest you ladies get dressed for dinner, huh?

Of course.

Come along, Jack.

Joe?

Signora Pieri?

Yeah, thanks, pal.

No, thank you.

If you will excuse me, I also have to change.

Ah, Sicilians and temperament.

They go together like food and wine.

Oh, I don't know.

You're Sicilian, and I've never noticed very much temperament in you.

No, that's true, of course.

Huh?

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Petina, Petina, I want to talk with you.

Please.

Please.

I don't like the way you say that.

Petina, please, come in.

What is the matter now?

The same as always.

Does it give you pleasure to give me such pain?

Pain, pain, pain.

Carlo, it seems to me you use that expression much too often.

How do I give you pain?

You know without my telling you.

Do you think I'm blind?

The way you're flirting with the one they call Little Joe?

Because I am being courteous to the son of our host, your insane jealousy calls it flirting.

Now let's... I can't stand this much longer.

You sound like we were married.

That's what I want.

Carlo, Carlo, please, don't suffocate me with your love.

What is the matter with you?

I love you, but...

I... I...

I must feel free.

Don't you understand?

Free?

Free to do what?

Huh?

To flirt with every man you see.

That is what you think I'm doing.

All right.

From now on, I will do just as you accuse me.

Tell the truth.

Have you ever dined more royally?

Well, to tell the truth,

not since you cooked for me in Palermo.

Ah, you see why I love this Ben Cartwright?

I ask for a compliment with outrageous bluntness,

and from his magnificent heart, he gives me willingly what I ask.

Pay no attention to him, Ben Cartwright.

My brother is as always a spoiled and mischievous child.

Pay no attention to her.

She speaks as she does only because she brought me up when our parents died.

When I have a white beard down to here, I would always be to my beloved sister an infant.

Well, for an infant, you didn't do too badly in that dark alley in Palermo.

Ah, that was nothing.

Nothing?

Well, if it wasn't for that nothing, I wouldn't be sitting right here tonight.

What do you mean?

That's how I met Guido.

Yeah, I was going back to the hotel.

It was dark late at night, and I lost my bearings and wound up in an alley.

And there were two fellas there with stilettos, and they came at me, and

for a little while, it was nip and tuck, until suddenly, there was Guido.

Jumping at them, swinging away, and I'll tell you, between

the two of us, we made short shrift of those two, didn't we?

That was a fight, my friend.

Now, that was a fight.

And how did you pay me back, huh?

Listen, all of you.

He challenged me to a game of chess.

This ingrate, who now so charmingly poses as our host, do you know what he did to me?

He checkmated me in seven moves.

Seven!