David Hemmings credited as playing...
Marcus Daly
- Gianna Brezzi: I think that a woman's gotta be independent so she can...
- Marcus Daly: Oh, don't start with me about all that woman's stuff. It is a fundamental fact... men are different from women. Women are... weaker; well, they're gentler.
- Gianna Brezzi: They're what? Weaker? Gentler?
- [she howls in laughter - stops laughing, stands, unbuttons jacket, moves to the table, determinedly clearing it]
- Marcus Daly: What on earth are you doing?
- Gianna Brezzi: [sitting again and holding her arm up, wriggling her fingers] Come on, Tarzan. Why don't you try me?
- Marcus Daly: What's that?
- Gianna Brezzi: Arm wrestling.
- [brusquely]
- Gianna Brezzi: Come on. Then we'll see who's weaker!
- Marcus Daly: Oh, don't be ridiculous!
- Gianna Brezzi: You backing out?
- Carlo: Look, maybe you've seen something so important you can't realize it.
- Marcus Daly: But... I'm just trying to understand, because...
- Carlo: You know, sometimes what you actually see and what you imagine... get mixed up in your memory like a cocktail... from which you can no longer distinguish one flavor from another.
- Marcus Daly: But I'm telling you the truth!
- Carlo: No, Marc. You think you're telling the truth, but in fact... you're telling only your version of the truth. It happens to me all the time.
- [back at the car with Marc]
- Marcus Daly: What'd you do?
- Olga: Nothing. Don't pay any attention; my father's just a little crazy.
- [at Rodi's feet, a lizard with a pin through it's head, squirming on the ground]
- Marcus Daly: [playing a jazz piece, Marc abruptly stops and addresses the band] Great! Really, that's good. Very good. Maybe a bit too good... Too clean. Yes, too precise. Too... formal. It should be more trashy. See what I mean? Remember that this sort of jazz came out of the brothels.
- Marcus Daly: [Scream!] What was that?
- Carlo: A scream.
- [pause]
- Carlo: I'd say
- [longer pause]
- Carlo: might somebody be getting raped.
- [Even longer pause, raises wineglass]
- Carlo: Hail to the raped virgin.
- Calcabrini: What are you doing in Italy?
- Marcus Daly: I am a pianist. Jazz. I teach here at the conservatory. I teach jazz.
- Calcabrini: And you play the piano, right? So, in that case you don't have a job, right?
- Marcus Daly: I told you, I'm a pianist.
- Calcabrini: Yeah, sure.
- Marcus Daly: Well, so now what are you going to do?
- Carlo: Kill you... I'm sorry 'cause I like you, but I have to kill you.