Movie: Operation "San Gennaro" (Operazione San Gennaro)

Now, if you put in the Bank fifteen millions, you would become the king. People would forget even what you were sitting. Imagine: the Director of the cabaret impolite - you kicked him out. The police are not happy - you have replaced it. You live as you want. You are the master. You show up, and people applaud you for it. And all because they only respect money.

Funny to hear that you supposedly have achieved so much and you are respected. Because you turn your nose up, that was above all on two fingers only. But it is necessary to go beyond the quarter, and you're a nobody. No more great tune.

Some claim that a woman's power in her beauty. Not true. Beauty is a good thing, but that's not all. America controls somewhere a thousand women, but each money bag in the Bank.

- Attention! Don VINCENTIO wants to make a toast. Silence, please!
- Now, when young people get pleasure in the marriage bed...
- Don VINCENTIO, they have settled and quite enjoyed it.

- In the morning? Where you take people off the street?
But in the morning people are sleeping peacefully.
- It's you. And in Italy, in the heat, some sleeping on the streets.

- How much do you charge for your services?
- It's not my business, I'll do it just for the sake of friendship with don Vincenzo.
- You want five million?
- I will be pleased to ten.
- For the sake of friendship with don Vincenzo.
But, signorina, what can be more precious than true friendship?

- Dudu, we've rented a Villa. Come back tomorrow, sit down, drink and talk about it.
- Why sit in the house in this weather? On the sea is better. The fish are not overheard. Waiting at the pier to Marcelina ten. Will go for a sail.
- Do you have a yacht?
- No, but there is so worth it.

- Concertina, bye-bye, miss.
- Happy to do it at her grave.

- How many bottles of whiskey did you do?
- STO.
- By Sunday there should be four hundred.
You gave twenty bottles, as we have done for a hundred. But I gave my word, you will have to keep it.
- Good. And you poured whiskey over here?
- Twenty percent.
- Would pour twenty-five, and then just screwing people.

- Again go?
- No, no, enough.
- Dudu, tomorrow I'll come back later. Pasquale died Anunciato, I have to shave.
In this case, leave the razor at me.

- Buy, Signor, buy! Five hundred lire.
- What is it?
Neapolitan air.

- What a charming kid! What is he, Karma?
Nine months, don Vincenzio.
Nine months. And you're in prison for three years. If you were honest, it would be your son.

- A real virtuoso! Managed to clean out the bus with foreigners, while those examined in the smoke above Vesuvius.
- On the Vesuvius, no smoke...
- Before that, he lit it there. Firewood.