Vittoria: Why do we ask so many questions? Two people shouldn't know each other too well if they want to fall in love. But, then, maybe they shouldn't fall in love at all.
Vittoria: As long as we were in love, we understood each other. There was nothing to understand.
Vittoria: We spent the whole night talking things over. And for what? I'm so tired and depressed. Disgusted and confused. What can I say? There are times when holding a needle and thread, or a book, or a man - it's all the same.
Vittoria: I wish I didn't love you or that I loved you much more.
Riccardo: I wanted to make you happy.
Vittoria: When we first met, I was 20 years old. I was happy then.
Piero: What are you writing?
Vittoria: I'm translating some Spanish.
Piero: How do you say "I want to come up" in Spanish?
Vittoria: You say, "You can't". Tough language, isn't it?
Anita: Why hasn't your father come back?
Marta: He has his farm and horses in Kenya. He raises flowers. But I'm afraid something's going to happen. They've all got their revolvers. All of them, again.
Vittoria: All who? The white or the colored?
Marta: The six million Negroes want to throw out the 60,000 whites. We're lucky they're still in trees and have barely lost their tails or they'd have already thrown us out.
Anita: About time, too.
Marta: I'll just say one thing. There are about ten leaders who've studied at Oxford. The others are all monkeys - six million monkeys.
Vittoria: But if you like it there, they must be charming monkeys.
Woman at the Borsa: Got any tips?
Vittoria's Mother: Yeah, but I keep them to myself.
[Talking to herself]
Vittoria's Mother: She's a jinx. Worse than a rattlesnake.
Vittoria's Mother: How are we doing?
Man at the Borsa: Not great. What I sold rose today.
Vittoria's Mother: [Pours salt on the floor] Let's see if this salt brings us some luck.
[Stamps on the salt]
Vittoria's Mother: The numbers on the board never stop spinning.
Vittoria's Mother: [At The Borsa] See how well Rumianca's doing?
Piero: Must have invented a new soap for the bidet.
Vittoria: What did you do last night?
Piero: I had dinner with seven or eight billion lira.
Vittoria: Or was it a call girl?
Piero: Who has time to go out with call girls? I'm the call girl.