Character: Lisa Silvestri

- You make me feel good. I like you.
Hmm... It's so clear.

Do you like detectives?
- No. I don't like when they kill people.

No, we don't know, I have to know each other better, to talk.
- Tell me if you want.
- So, I was born on a cold winter night, on the fourth day of August, nineteen hours, twenty minutes, that is, without forty-eight, here in this room. Downstairs, my mother walked nervously up and down up and down, Smoking a cigar. My mother was a tall man, blond hair, like my grandmother. And my grandfather, on the contrary, dark.

- As I understand it, of the Blues you've got?
- She's gone, she's gone. And before me all nice, even you... even you look bad.
- Never thought that a simple chicory produces this effect.
- Chicory, you say? So you rolled me a cigarette from chicory? Here in chicory, right?
- And you thought I brought marijuana?

You are stubborn, like a donkey.
- That's the first compliment!

- You've made a terrible mistake, your choice was unsuccessful.
- How do you know that unsuccessful?
- Well think, did the village for a girl like you, living between Milan, Portofino, Kartono?
- Cortina!
Yes. Girl like you shouldn't fall in love with a country boy. You and weeks would not stand here, among the chickens and pigs.

Can I ask what time it is?
- Scary later - seven hours! The sun came up, you can have your car repaired go.
- Good morning, Elia.
- Good afternoon, or rather good-bye!

- Really is the evening entertainment?
- I can show you Ganymede.
- Is he your friend?
- No, this is a friend of Jupiter - his third satellite.

- I don't pass this distance on foot.
- Please, I can lend you my bike. I never let anyone use it. You're then send it back.
- ...
- You can not even send if you don't want, I'll buy myself another.
- I appreciate your generosity. Lisa Silvestri village are very grateful to the gentleman for the excellent dinner, the cake, which tried, for the wonderful company, for all that I received - thank you!

- You surprised me, frankly. I'm talking to you! No, it doesn't look like anything. You don't want to listen to me?
- I listen to you... And what joy, I'd like to know? Only that force, you broke into my house, all wet, stained my floors, my couches, and I listen to you? Hehe, not a great night turned out to be a private dog puts me mate, your spray wet my shirt.

- When do you rest?
- A rest from work that is not like, and I like my work.

- Can I come in?
- To me?
- Yes, I'm all wet.
- It feels like rain.
- So, can I come in?
I don't know who you are.
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- You exercise in wit, and I might catch a cold.
- I also. The water is the same for all wet and not just the one for you. You bounce off the drop and fall on me.

I am impressed by your sense of romance. I love twilight, blurred... then the shape of the usual sitting in front of men changes... it becomes... extraordinary.

- Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah...
- Are you seriously hurt?
- Of course, what a question?
- A-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Are you kidding?
Ha ha ha, Oh, it dawned on me - the man fell down - need to laugh. Ah-ha-ha-hah. But you don't fool me you fell hard? Hard knock, Ah-ha-ha's, swiped-Aha-ha-s, Ah-ha-ha's. Well, you taught me, now come on, I'll help.