- Gabrielle: Ah, that Roberto. But why did he have to cheat?
- Raphael: Debts! More than 160 million lire. And he figured that by gambling with our money he could pay off his debts and us. But... everthing just went pffff!
- Gabrielle: And that's when he went... over the cliff?
- Raphael: Oh, no. No. He told Sandra about his predicament and she, nice girl that she is, gave him all her jewellery but that went pffff in the same way.
- Gabrielle: Well, it was decent of Sandra to have given him all her jewellery...
- Raphael: As matters now stand, you'll get back about 2 million lire. We've attached the house.
- Gabrielle: Is that so?
- Raphael: We've given Sandra about six weeks to pay back the money and if she can't, well, pffff goes the house, everything in it.
- Gabrielle: But I still pity Sandra.
- Raphael: Oh, you do, do you?
- Gabrielle: woman without a house can still live in a hotel--but, a woman without her jewellery... how does she pay for the room?
- Beatrice: Anyhow, he offered to share the lonely hours of the first difficult weeks with me, whenever, I felt the need. I don't know what would have become of me without him. Well, he's just a friend, you understand; but, a real friend, an angel.
- Baroness Sandra: I appreciate your beautiful words and your extremely kind offer. But, I'm quite sure, I'll manage.
- Aldo Bondi: It would comfort me, however, madame, that if in the next few days I might take the liberty of inquiring personally whether madame really manages to manage.
- Aldo Bondi: I'm sorry, madame, I've never said this to anyone before; but, having observed genuine grief, please, let me say just this: should you feel those lonely moments approaching, or if you should feel the need in the next crucial days of anything, anything at all, or if you should feel the oppression that these lonely moments, please, and again I apologize for my intrusion at this most inappropriate moment, I am - completely at your service.
- Baroness Sandra: How does a man like yourself get into your rather lugubrious profession?
- Beatrice: Oh, that really began when I was a child. Our family always craved the luxury of meat, but, could never afford it, until rich old Uncle Carlo died and then we had meat three times a week. Actually, it's not lugubrious. Have you ever noticed how gently people treat each other when they meet between the rows of tranquil mounds? How mild and subdued their voices are? In the face of death, people are at their best.
- Beatrice: When a man stands on the assembly line of death, day in and day out, life becomes really glamorous.
- Beatrice: Well, thank you,
- Baroness Sandra: Thank you, Mr. - eh?
- Beatrice: Bondi, Aldo Bondi... um, Aldo.
- Baroness Sandra: Mr. Bondi. Thank you.
- Enrico: Did Roberto ever tell you about the five hour time difference between Rome and New York and what he could do those five golden hours on the stock exchange?
- Gabrielle: Let me tell you my friend, this is the most expensive dinner I'd ever had. Twenty million Lira and all this without the dessert. May I express the hope that your's was less expensive.
- Mr. Bing: You'll find it very pleasant here, Mr. Bondi. I celebrated my 10th anniversary last week.
- [drinking a glass of wine]
- Mr. Bing: Sorry you can't join me, you heard what the doctor said. Very nice man, you know, you can trust him implicitly. Really looks after his patients. Visits you every morning. Mainly, of course, in order to make sure that you're still here.
- [young nurse sashaying out of the room]
- Mr. Bing: As you can see, Dr. Alfieri has excellent taste. Some of the patients don't want to leave even when they get well and can you blame them. Once you've got used to dishes like that, who wants to go home to a stew.
- Mr. Bing: I know from one look at you that your trouble is debts. I have the same disease myself. Debts with a criminal background. That's how I can diagnose it so easily. Cure? Well, you merely draw a curtain between yourself and your creditors. I know the material that is curtain is made of. You weave it yourself. Tradename: lunacy. I've been hiding behind it for 10 years.
- Aldo Bondi: Stop it! Do you want to drive me crazy!
- Mr. Bing: Now you're talking.