Marc:
Gianna! Gianna! There's someone in the house... absolutely trying to kill me, ya'know?
Gianna:
I think that a woman's gotta be independent so she can...
Marc:
Oh, don't start with me about all that woman's stuff. It is a fundamental fact... men are different from women. Women are... weaker; well, they're gentler.
Gianna:
They're what? Weaker? Gentler?
[howls in laughter]
Gianna:
[Gianna stops laughing, stands and moves to the table, pushing things off of it]
Marc:
What on earth are you doing?
[Sitting again and holding her arm up]
Gianna:
Come on, Tarzan. Why don't you try me?
Marc:
What's that?
Gianna:
Indian wrestling.
Carlo:
Look, maybe you've seen something so important you can't realize it.
Marc:
But... I'm just trying to understand, because... Carlo You know, sometimes what you actually see and what you imagine... get mixed up in your memory like a cocktail... from which you can no longer distinguish one flavor from another.
Marc:
But I'm telling you the truth! Carlo No Marc. You think you're telling the truth, but in fact... you're telling only your version of the truth. It happens to me all the time.
Rodi:
Olga! Come back here this minute!
[Olga walks back to her father]
Olga:
What is it?
Rodi:
You little witch. I told you not to do that again!
[Slaps Olga across the face]
Rodi:
Now off you go- go on!
[Olga gives her father an evil smirk as she backs away]
[Back at the car with Marc]
Marc:
What'd you do?
Olga:
Nothing. Don't pay any attention; my father's just a little crazy.
[At Rodi's feet, a lizard with a pin through it's head, squirming on the ground]