Character: Domenico

- Tell me, or... or I don't know what might happen!
Now I understand why you brought me to Vesuvius - want to throw down?!

- What I then was shoes?!
That's it, trying to establish the year the shoes, but not remember...

- So at least this can't be my son!
If he was not born a seven-month...
- Glover - seven months? A healthy fellow?!

- Do you think the doctor and the priest lied to you? Calm down, they don't matter. They believed. Any woman would have died, lived with you for twenty years <...>.
- I've never seen you subdued... You were always very unhappy with the inflated face. For twenty years you never cried! I didn't see it in your eyes not a single tear. You are in no way inferior. And always tried to stand on his own, always!
Give in... to Cry... That would be too cool! You know when you cry? When you know what is good, but don't have it. I good never knew. I never could give myself the pleasure of crying.

- And you too!
I am in my house! Under the conjugal roof! Me out of here no one will move, even the carabinieri!
- You were a public girl public girl and left! Slut!
And can you say that about your wife!
- What do I mean? What kind of wife?
Oh! About señora Soriano! Because I'm your wife!
- How can you be my wife?! You're a whore! For you nobody will give even a three Soldi, you hear? Three Soldi!
And these rascals helped you! I'll kill them! I'll kill you all!
- Well! Let's have a battle!
Where is my gun?
- He's in the top drawer of the dresser, and please not very touch - there ironed shirts.