Cinema Paradiso1988

Alfredo:
Get out of here! Go back to Rome. You're young and the world is yours. I'm old. I don't want to hear you talk anymore. I want to hear others talking about you. Don't come back. Don't think about us. Don't look back. Don't write. Don't give in to nostalgia. Forget us all. If you do and you come back, don't come see me. I won't let you in my house. Understand?

Salvatore:
Thank you. For everything you've done for me.

Alfredo:
Whatever you end up doing, love it. The way you loved the projection booth when you were a little squirt.