Movie: The immigrant (L'emigrante)

- Oh, Italian, my love, come to me! Give me a strong feeling! I want to shiver from excitement! Peppino, I love you! Love under fire, love in the time of war! Kiss me, kiss me. Let's make love! Well, the war ended - the end of love.
- Where are you?
- Experiences no more.

Here hang the horseshoe, not because I have a surname horse, but because of a horseshoe to bring good luck.

- Rosita Flores, what are your legs!
- And you have horns!
- So, do you still love me?
- Fuck you, mother fucker!
- Still love!

- What's that under your jacket?
Vest.
- No gun!
- Well, I think, quite the little pistol!

Who fit in with the bandits, the thug himself would be.

- You know Saturnino Cavallo?
- Do I know him? Yes, I have! Son, hold me!
- Dad! Dad!
- Son, finally!
- What you look like, dad. Poor dad. I've been looking for, and then you found me. What a joy. I'm so happy, dad!
- Tell me, son, you're working, right?
- No, dad, but I'll find a job.
But, you've brought from Italy some money?
- No, even one Lira.
A Lira? But dollars any saved?
- No, dad.
- And the apartment you have? Though the closet?
- No.
No!? And you want me to be your father?
- But you said that you're my father?
- I'm your father!? Yes, fuck you, fuck me son such need!
But your name is Saturnino Cavallo?
- What Saturnino Cavallo, my name is Emanuele, Apuzzo, my father graduated from the University, mother - doctor, I think they need a grandson? Better go to Italy?
- Then, you know what, dad? You're old.

Who is on his - the felon.

Once again you fall down on my head like pigeon shit!

- Well, tell me, Sonny, how old are you?
- Twenty-four.
- So you were born when I was eight years old?
- And how old are you?
- Thirty-two.
- Well you bent! You're all gray!
Is flour!

My mother! You're beautiful, daddy! Well, straight from my dream!