La vita è bella1997

Dr. Lessing:
[softly reciting riddle at Nazi concentration camp officers' mess] Fat, fat, ugly, ugly, all yellow in reality. If you ask me what I am, I reply "Quark quark quark". [looks around surreptitiously] Walking along, I go "Por-por". Who am I? Tell me true.

Guido:
[looks at Doctor Lessing in stunned silence]

Dr. Lessing:
[smiles] Hmphh... a duckling, no?

Guido:
[nods silently, still flabbergasted]

Guido:
Is it not a duckling? [angrily] It's not! A veterinarian friend of mine sent it to me from Vienna. I can't send him mine, until I solve this one. I thought: Duck-billed platypus. But it doesn't go "Quark quark quark quark". A duck-billed platypus goes... [pulls at corners of mouth with fingers, making a blowing sound] "Ffrrr ffrrr-ffrrr ffrrr-ffrrr". Duck-billed platypus... [steps forward and whispers into Guido's ear] I translated it into Italian for you last night. Well, what do you say? Everything points to a duckling! [assumes tragic tone and expression] Help me, Guido. For heaven's sake, help me. I can't even sleep. [turns to side counter, talking to self] Fat, fat... ugly, ugly... that's me... quark quark quark... It's the duckling! [wails and thumps side counter in frustration]

Guido:
[slowly and silently walks away, crestfallen at Doctor Lessing's callous, comic-tragic behavior]