Character: Tito Torrisi

- So give up? Return to Florence?
- Yes, but I'm still happy because in these adventures finally found...
- Me?
- No, the riddle you couldn't solve.

- So give up? Return to Florence?
- Yes, but I'm still happy because in these adventures finally found...
- Me?
- No, the riddle you couldn't solve.

- Tell me, Tito, but you never fell in love with his client?
Never.
- So, is it your first time?
- Yes, for the first time... That first time?! I'm telling you - never!
- What are you pushing me under the table?
[Looks under the table and see how the horse's hoof gently pushes the leg Marie]
- Oh, you're a pimp!

Clever, guessed without a clue, although I'm told.

We all die, sooner or later, right, counselor?
- Of course. However, better late than early.

- I need help.
- It's not me.
- But you're a lawyer, I'll pay you.
- It's eight o'clock, my work day is over. I'm not here. So you can see me, but I'm not. Therefore, I can't hear you. You understand me? Though, as you could understand, if not me? [after the failure of Tito, Emilia Marie offers to spend the night there and they're going to leave] Emilia what's the matter? Are you going? A copy of the Protocol? Have you forgotten? I want to make a copy of each piece of paper.
- Not forgotten, but it was eight o'clock - my work day is over. At least you can see, but I'm not, so I can't hear you. Make your copy.

- Where is your husband?
- There it goes.
- Which?
- That tall, in bright jacket. Handsome man, right?
- Similar to artichoke.

You're a good fellow.
- Good. If I had friends they would be confirmed.

- Podkinesh, I'm going to wear.
What?
- Get dressed, I'll give you the lift.

- Wait, I beg you, you're Italian, and my father was Italian. Help me out here, maybe I will, if you will heal now. My husband is terminally ill.
- Don't touch me. Suddenly his disease is contagious.

- I need to fly this flight.
- 'll take the next one... Or previous one.

Do we know?
- No.
- How you dare to address me?