Enter Madame!

Lisa Della Robbia:
They say there are great, pitch black spaces between the stars. I think they are between people too.

Archimede:
Those truffles have come from my farm in Tuscany. Rigoletto and I hunted for them last June. He with his nose and I with my stick - to hit him on the nose when he find the truffle. He loves truffles, Rigoletto

Flora Preston:
Mercy! Who is Rigoletto? Your son?

Archimede:
No. My pig, Madame [laughs] A great hunter of truffles, my Rigoletto

Flora Preston:
What a strange name for a pig

Archimede:
Why not, Madame? He enjoys it, poor fellow. It gives him some style before the other pigs. My cow, I name her Aida; my ox: Don Giovanni. Oh, they're all very pleased.