:18:02
What a funeral of honor.
:18:04
- Where shall I put them?
- You take them, Romolo.
:18:06
Excuse me, what will I do with them?
:18:09
Listen, give them to that gentleman on the
floor below, see how pleased he will be.
:18:17
What do you know...
Damn that whore and these flowers.
:18:25
Did you ever happen to hate someone?
:18:28
No, no.
:18:31
I'm afraid of real hatred.
:18:38
Is it the same girl... of the riding ground?
:18:42
It is not her I hate.
:18:44
It's the one who sent me the chrysanthemums.
:18:47
Japanese.
:18:48
He must know it's all over, and still he continues.
:18:52
Among the many things I believe in,
there is also hate.
:18:55
But there's a little too much of it in him...
and he unloads it onto me.
:19:02
- Excuse me.
- It is I who should excuse myself.
:19:08
I don't succeed in...being enough for you.
:19:14
Don't even think that.
:19:19
It is I who feel impotent! Damn misery!