Celeste

Franco:
As long as this tree lives, and it will live many years, as long as this tree breathes, as long as I breathe, I will love you. As long as the moon shines, and lights its branches, I will love you.

Celeste:
And I promise you, that as long as the sun lights its branches, I will love you. I will love you all my life.

Celeste:
I don't care what your name is, I have seen your soul.

Franco:
I'll find the truth. I swear.

Celeste:
Do not swear and it is not necessary anything to find. I have learned much today's night.

Franco:
Now I believe to you.

Celeste:
Because you have seen my tears?

Franco:
No, because I have seen your soul.

Enzo:
"Dear, Franco. Let St. Fransicus you always will be sacred on yours breast as in my heart. Brother Sun, Sister Moon". Who has presented it to you? Padre Benito?

Franco:
That for nonsense.

Enzo:
You have sinned with the aunt Aida?

Franco:
You are animal, Enzo.

Enzo:
Excuse me. I did not want to wound your feelings.

Teresa:
The Visconti never cry.

Leandro:
You're right. The Visconti never cry. They cause to cry...

Leandro:
Abuse, slaps, shocks... who are you, Terminator?

Franco:
Yes. The Terminator necessarily.

Celeste:
Am I in your desire?

Franco:
Yes, you are. But you're other.

Celeste:
And what?

Franco:
Naked.

Franco:
You life. You the moon, which one I love.

Celeste:
This folly.

Franco:
A fine folly...

Celeste:
: Why don't you leave. I could look after.

Rita:
At Once it is visible, that do not know that such to part with the son.

Celeste:
: Make an error, senora Rita. I perfectly know...

Franco:
My son is Lucas Ferrero. In his passport there should be this name.

Franco:
Enzo, when you walk in a toilet, do you lower in the water closet the head?

Leandro:
What do you wanted to talk about?

Franco:
About this photo. Do you know who is it?

Leandro:
Yes. Certainly I know.

Franco:
How you could hide, that you have a daughter? Don't worry anybody nothing knows. Only I'm and your conscience. I nobody shall tell.

Celeste:
I know, senor. Mother always spoke, that children need to be learned to fly, instead of to fly for them. Children are the bridge, which carries on in the heaven. Who does not want to be in the heaven, senor?

Celeste:
I do not realize for what you offend. I love your son. What in it poor? If I had son, I was pleased, that other people love him. That you are afraid of? What I shall steal him? No, senora Rita. The son cannot be stolen. Nobody can steal love of the son.

Celeste:
People may dream about the best life, but hope...

Teresa:
If there were no "small people" we wouldn't know our greatness.

Celeste:
Do you understand why I didn't let you to touch me? I was pregnant by my brother.

Franco:
Can you shut up?

Franco:
Do you know which place I like best?

Celeste:
No.

Franco:
Assisi.

Celeste:
Assisi?

Franco:
Yes, where St. Franciscus had lived. Do you know his story?

Celeste:
I know St. Franciscus.

Franco:
Yes, well, in the village, they say, he was crazy because he gave all his fortune to brothers Sun and sisters Moon, as he called them.

Celeste:
Brothers Sun and Moon?

Franco:
Yes, because he thought the names weren't important, so he called all the women Moon and all the men Sun. Didn't you see the movie?

Celeste:
No.

Franco:
It was called "Brother Sun Sister Moon". By the way, what is your name?

Celeste:
Moon.

Franco:
You won't leave till don't you say with whom do you have the date?

Leandro:
[friendly] It's not a respecting, Bastard!

Franco:
Who knows how many bastards do you have?

Leandro:
You've said the nonsense.

Silvana:
Do you know the end of your story?

Sebastian:
Yes, I know. I'm doomed.

Silvana:
It is necessary something to do. Bruno knows a good doctor.

Sebastian:
I have AIDS. You think, that your husband knows a doctor, which will cure me?

Franco:
Yours [Bruno] tears will not enough to pay for the all evil, which you've done.

Bruno:
I'm dying, Franco!

Franco:
This isn't an excuse!

Bruno:
I'm your father!

Franco:
No! Your seed doesn't make you my father. My father always was Leandro. He was a sonofabitch too, because he has thrown Celeste, but he was my father. He raised me.

Laura:
I think, lo look on prisoners, it's funny!

Aida:
Do you think so? Well, I think, you're funny when you see a poor boy asking for a meal 'cause he hadn't eaten for some days, you laugh, a prisoner. He's one in the world, 'cause the family brought him for the crime he's confessed or old people, when they show a precription for tablets they can't buy on their beggarly salary. Would you like me to continue saying many things which will have your laugh? Don't you like what I've said, Laura? Do you?