Parfum de femme

Il capitano Fausto Consolo: [sniffs] Do you smell that?

Giovanni Bertazzi, aka Ciccio: What, sir?

Il capitano Fausto Consolo: [sniffs] I smell females. How were they? Tell me. Tall, short? I know they were young. I know the smell of young armpits. Kiddo, what did they look like? Describe them, damn it!

Giovanni Bertazzi, aka Ciccio: I don't know. I didn't get a good look. There were two of them.

Il capitano Fausto Consolo: What good are your eyes? Do you like women? Yes or no? And if you do, can't you tell if a breast is shaped like a pear or an apple? If an ass is high or low? Do you think I suffer because I can't see the sunset or the dome of St. Peter's? Sex! Thighs, two nice ass cheeks. That's the only religion. The only political ideal. Man's true country.