Richard Harris: Corrado Zeller

Red Desert

Corrado Zeller

Corrado Zeller: Sometimes I feel like I have no right to be where I am. Perhaps that's why I keep moving.

Giuliana: Are you a leftist or a rightist?
Corrado Zeller: Why do you ask such a question? Are you interested in politics?
Giuliana: Good Lord, no. I was just wondering.
Corrado Zeller: It's like asking, "What do you believe in?" Those are big words, Giuliana, that calls for precise answers. Deep down... one doesn't really know what one believes in. One believes in humanity... in a certain sense. A little less in justice. A little more in progress. One believes in socialism... perhaps. What matters is to act as one thinks right - right for oneself and for others. In other words, with a clean conscience. Mine is at peace. Does that answer your question?
Giuliana: That's some bunch of words you strung together.

Giuliana: I feel my eyes tearing up. What should I do with my eyes? What should I watch?
Corrado Zeller: You ask what you should watch. I ask how I should live. It's the same thing.

Giuliana: I didn't get better. I'll never get better... Never.
Corrado Zeller: You brood on your illness. But it's just an illness like any other. We all suffer from it a bit. In one way or another, we all need to get better.

Corrado Zeller: Where were you the day of Giuliana's accident?
Ugo: In London, why?
Corrado Zeller: Did you come back?
Ugo: No, they said there was no need, that I could - Did Giuliana complain about that?
Corrado Zeller: No, No, not at all.
Ugo: Then why do you ask?

Max: You two would be interested in our conversation. Didn't you tell me about that ointment...
Orlando: What ointment?
Max: The one some Africans use... to last longer. What was it again?
Orlando: Oh, that. It's nothing. Just some crocodile fat and pungent herbs that they smear on before they...
Mili: Smear on what?
Linda: Mili, don't play dumb.
Orlando: It works for hours.
Max: Hear that, Mili? It works for hours.
Mili: I don't believe it.
Corrado Zeller: It's true, it's true. You have no idea what men in other countries do. For example, in Jordan I saw men eat mutton fat and honey for breakfast.
Max: What about the Chinese? They eat ground rhinoceros horn.
Ugo: Dried shark fin is an energy booster too.
Max: I confess that I've tried royal jelly and it works. Right, LInda?
Giuliana: What's that?
Ugo: Honey from the queen bee.
Max: It's rejuvenating. Remember that in your old age, miss.
Corrado Zeller: Assuming she still wants to make love then.
Max: What do you say to that?
Iole: I'd rather do certain things than talk about them.

Giuliana: If I were to go away, I'd take everything. Everything I see, all the things I use every day, even the ashtrays.
Corrado Zeller: Then you might as well just stay put. You'd just end up missing everything: the street where you live, your city.
Giuliana: You see in classified ads: "For sale. Owner must relocate." As if it were an excuse to abandon everything... or almost. Why? It shouldn't be like that. How can you predict what you'll need? And the things and people you leave behind - will they be there when you go back? And will they be the same?