The Duke:
We Fascists are the only true anarchists, naturally, once we're masters of the state. In fact, the one true anarchy is that of power.
The Duke:
The obscene gesticulation is like deaf-mute's language, with a code none of us, despite unrestrained caprice, can transgress.
The Duke:
Within a budding grove, the girls think but of love. Hear the radio, drinking tea and to hell with being free. They've no idea the bourgeoisie has never hesitated to kill its children.
The Magistrate:
"Without bloodshed, there's no pardon. Without bloodshed."
The President:
[
while eating a meal of feces] Carlo, do this with your fingers.
[
the President sticks two fingers in his mouth]
The President:
And say, "I can't eat rice with my fingers like this."
Male Victim:
[
with fingers in his mouth] I can't eat rice.
The President:
Then eat shit.
Signora Vaccari:
I was nine when my sister took me to Milan to meet Signora Calzetti. She examined me and asked if I wanted to work for her. I said I would, if the pay was good. My first client, a stout man named Vaccari, looked me over carefully. At once, I showed him my pussy, which I thought was very special. He covered his eyes: "Out of the question. I'm not interested in your vagina, cover it up." He covered me, making me lie down, and said "All these little whores know is to flaunt their vaginas. Now I shall have to recover from that disgusting sight."
The Duke:
[
singing] On the bridge of Perati, there flies a black flag, the mourning of the Julian regiment that goes to war. On the bridge of Perati, there flies a black flag. The best young men lie under the earth.
The Duke:
[
Renata is crying] Are you crying for your mama? Come, I'll console you! Come here to me!
The President:
[
singing] Come, little darling to your good daddy / He'll sing you a lullaby
The Duke:
Heavens, what an opportunity you offer me. Sra Maggi's tale must be acted upon at once.
Female Victim:
Sir, Sir. Pity. Respect my grief. I'm suffering so, at my mother's fate. She died for me and I'll never see her again.
The Duke:
Undress her.
Female Victim:
Kill me! At least God, whom I implore, will pity me. Kill me, but don't dishonor me.
The Duke:
This whining's the most exciting thing I've ever heard.
[
last lines]
[
two young male guards are dancing with each other]
Guard:
What's your girlfriend's name?
Guard:
Marguerita.
[
first lines]
[
four men, sitting at a table, each sign a booklet]
The Duke:
Your Excellency.
The Magistrate:
Mr. President.
The President:
My lord.
The Bishop:
All's good if it's excessive.
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