Il Postino1994

Donna Rosa:
When a man starts to touch you with words, he's not far off with his hands.

Beatrice Russo:
There's nothing wrong with words.

Donna Rosa:
Words are the worst things ever. I'd prefer a drunkard at the bar touching your bum to someone who says, "Your smile flies like a butterfly!"

Beatrice Russo:
It spreads like a butterfly!

Donna Rosa:
Flies, spreads, it's the same thing! Just look at you! One stroke of his finger, and you're on your back.

Beatrice Russo:
You're wrong. He's a decent person.

Donna Rosa:
When it comes to bed, there's no difference between a poet, a priest or even a communist!