Malizia

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Enzino !

Well then ! So ? Is that a nice thing to do ?

- With mom who's sleeping ? - Why, she sleeps ? Isn't she dead ?

- Antonio, can I play here ? - No.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ...

Well ? I haven't said yes, I said no.

Oof !

What does it mean that widow Corallo is the most beautiful ass of Catania ?

- How's that ? - It's not me who said it.

Dad said so.

- Dad !? - Yes, I overheard him on the landing.

Will you explain what the hell that means ?

- But when did you hear him ? Today ? - Nooo ...

You're the best heart of Catania. What would I have done without you ?

Forget it ! Both widowed.

And then, Margherita was like a sister to me !

- Poor soul ! - Again ! ?

Mom is dead. Mom is dead. Mom is dead. Mom is dead.

Hey !

Who is it ?

Is it you, Nino ?

- Let me in. - Don't bother me !

Oof ! There, I can't play, because Antonio will not let me.

Over there, I can't play because mom is dead.

So, where do I play ? Not even in the bathroom can I play !

Oof ! I want to play !

I'm going for a moment to the store, to finish the inventory.

Hard times, they are !

We must combine business with pleasure.

What am I saying ? Make a virtue out of necessity, right ?

That's it. Can you give a look ?

Go down calmly, I'll mind the deceased. What a misfortune, oh my !

- Peppino ! - Ignazio. I still can't realize it.

Take courage !

How did it happen ?

The other night I found her dead in bed.

- Oh, Jesus, my Jesus, what a misfortune ! - Huh, we just didn't need that !

- Poor Margherita ! - Thanks.

- Sir, may I start doing something ? - Yes, go say a few prayers to Margherita.

- She'll be very pleased. - Yes, I can also pray here ...

Matteo will come directly to the cemetery ?

I don't know.

- Hurry up ! I can't stay a month ! - This bolt of cloth is moth-eaten.

- Should we throw it away ? - Throw what ? Put it in the bargains !

- Concettina ! - Here ! My condolences. We lack a batiste.

Look for it ! What else you wanna do ?

Condolences. This is a stained muslin. We sell it at cost ?

What cost ? Send it to the dry cleaner. What cost price !

- And you, what you're doing, Lo Coco ? - I measure the remnants !

- And you measure off the cuff ? - To be quicker.

Quicker to screw me ! How long is this, in your opinion ?

- Some 9 feet. - Now we'll check with the yardstick. Where is it ?

One ...

two ...

three ... Three and forty-five.

- Wretch ! You want to ruin me. - But, I've seen you doing it.

And you'd be a normal man ? Your arm stretched seems a crossing barrier.

It takes the yardstick ! Use that, idiot !

- Yes. - And wake up, I want to finish within Saturday !

I want to open the store Monday, OK ? I gotta care also for the living !

Oh, Holy Mother !

Give me back the ball ! I want the ball ! Give it back to me !

Rest in peace.

Margherita La Brocca was an exemplary mother.

Rest in peace.

- A sure guide. - Rest in peace.

- Shining light of love and piety. - Rest in peace.

Enzino ! Be quiet, will you ?

See that, Nino ? That's the most beautiful ass of Catania !

constant and vigilant attention,

present and loving under all circumstances.

caring closely, and solving, the small, and inevitable, crisis of the family.

- Rest in peace. - Her spouse is crying.

But one certainty supports him.

He knows that, if he will manage to follow her shining example of life,

sooner or later, he will join her in the glory of the Lord.

Well, there's no urgency ...

- But Margherita La Brocca is not dead ! - How, she's not dead ? She's dead !

She will never abandon the house that once was hers.

There will be no ...

time of day, or room in that same house, where her soul will not be present

with its sweet linger as a beneficial domestic genie.

Guardian, I dare say, of those she has left in pain and despair.

Always at home ? Well ...

God works in mysterious ways.

Rest in peace, Margherita, waiting to be resurrected on the Day of Judgment.

Well, it's been a pleasure. Rest well.

Thanks once again for everything, Donna Ines.

Why ring, idiot, if there is nobody ?

- Good afternoon, sir. - Good afternoon

- Excuse me. - Come in.

- My sincerest condolences, sir. - Thanks, but ...

Sorry, I waxed a bit. The floor was dirty, with all due respect.

Come and see, it's all clean !

I ventured to tidying up. The flowers I threw them, they smelled.

The candles are there, can be given to the parish. I gave a little air ...

You've done well, thank you.

- But, sorry, who are you ? - 3 days ago, the agency told me to show up.

The poor lady had made a request, because you needed a maid, right ?

Oh, that's it !

I believed instead you were the daughter of that second cousin of Margherita.

The one who lives in Caltanissetta and has a hotel by the station.

- What's his name ? - I don't know.

Sure, Matteo !

My name is Angela La Barbera.

I ventured to prepare some dinner.

A consommé, some stew, a salad ...

Have I done wrong ?

- A saint, she is ! - From Lentini ? - No, from Caltagirone.

I'll tell you, tidiness made person.

Delicate, all clean. Look, Agatino, I dare you

to find in the furniture

a speck of dust, even to pay it one million.

All tidied, all perf ... Then, you know what amazes me ?

When ever did I have so many suits ? All this underwear ?

All those ... Tino, wait.

You have to see it with your own eyes. Tell me if you ever saw so many socks.

Not even if I were a millipede.

Shirts, scarves ...

scent of orange blossom.

She even puts orange blossoms ! But, do you realize ?

- She's able to think of every little thing ! - A luck in bad luck !

But I know who sent her to me !

It's you I have to thank, Margherita.

You've sent me this saint, to assist all of us.

Just arrived in Heaven, and one can say, without even time to undo the suitcase.

Oh, Margherita, one more thing ! Regarding that matter ...

of Don Cirillo, who said that your soul, your spirit, must hover in our house ...

Look, there's no need, you know ?

Rest in peace here, you.

'Cause ...

for what concerns the house, it's care of Angelina.

Alright ? Whom you sent yourself, moreover.

Come out !

Ice cold !

The water.

You've let it flow ?

- It's ice cold, ma'am. - Good !

Well then ...

Gambino.

Meanwhile, begin to read this phrase.

- You've bathed the creature ? - It's still frozen.

- He wet his prick in it ! - He's dipped his prick there.

Enough now ! Silence !

If I had a father with a store like this,

I'd fuck school and I'd stay behind the counter.

My father says that without degree you can't sell not even shoelaces.

- And your father got a degree ? - Yeah, the high school diploma.

Nino ! Come up, it's ready in a minute.

Coming right up.

- Nino, who is that ? - The new maid.

- What a piece of ass ! - You say ?

Of course I say !

You're so lucky ! My mother doesn't want girls, to spite my father,

and so we have a female cook who's 120 old, and a butler.

So I take it up my ass, right ?

- It ends up in masturbation anyway ! What can you do ? - Bye. - Bye, Piglet.

But ... but, with her, you've already ... ?

- Oh, but you always think about that ! Bye. - Bye, Nino.

In this TV set you can't see anything.

It's not the TV. It's the wind.

You see ? It's the wind that moves the antenna.

There we are. Now we begin to see something.

That's it. Now we can see well.

- Angelina ! Will you wash me too, tomorrow ? - Stop it, come on !

- Cut it out, idiot ! - What d'you want ?

What's going on ? Even here you fight ? Leave him alone.

And you, why shave every morning ?

Playboy !

- It grows. - Shut up ! Mute !

- Will you hasten ? Move it ! - Come on, hurry !

Pass the ball ! Pass it hard !

Stay in defence, don't let him kick !

- Ninuzzo, what's up, you're not at school ? - No, I fell while I was going.

- Jesus ! You got hurt ? - It's nothing.

Come, child, come.

Don't worry, it's just iodine.

Now I'll blow on it and it will pass.

Oh, mother !

- Put your hand on it. - Where ? On the wound ?

No, on the willy ! If not, it bothers me while I bandage.

- Angela ... - What ?

Listen ...

- You won't say anything to dad, right ? - Don't worry, I won't tell him anything.

It stays a secret between you and me.

It still hurts you ?

- She made that ? - Yes, of course.

- And she saw it ? - Sure !

- Naked ? - Yeah.

And then ?

- Come on, tell me. And then ? - And then ...

- she kneaded it. - Shit, what luck !

Oh, she's in our hands now !

And what's it to you ?

Couldn't you order her to do it at least once for us both ?

No, no way ! And then, not with you.

- I'll show you Luciana ! - Your sister ? I always see her, I give a fuck.

Naked ?

When ?