The Leopard

Don Fabrizio Corbera: And you, Don Ciccio, how did you vote on the 21st? Don Francisco Ciccio Tumeo: [coughs up drink] Don Fabrizio Corbera: What are you afraid of? There's no one else here but us, the wind, the dogs. Don Francisco Ciccio Tumeo: Excuse me, Excellency, but that question is useless. You know that everyone in Donnafugata voted, voted 'yes'. They said you, yourself, advised those who couldn't decide to vote like that. Don Fabrizio Corbera: I did, indeed. So, you voted 'yes', hmm... Don Francisco Ciccio Tumeo: [walks up to the Prince, and then walks away] No, Excellency! I voted absolutely 'no'! No, I swear I voted 'no'! I know, Excellency, I know what you told me: necessity, unity and opportunity, Excellency. And you might be right, afterall. Politics I know nothing about, I leave that to all the others. But Ciccio Tumeo cannot be walked on! An obscure artist... poor and miserable, with holes in his pants, maybe. But benefits he's received, I promise you, he'll never forge

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Father Pirrone: Is Your Excellency here for confession? Don Fabrizio Corbera: Confession? It's not Saturday. Father Pirrone: Listen to me. Come to confession. Don Fabrizio Corbera: There's no need. You know it all already. Father Pirrone: The power of confession lies not only in telling our sins, but in repentance. Don Fabrizio Corbera: I know. I know! What would you have of me? I'm a vigorous man. I can't find satisfaction with a woman who crosses herself in bed before every embrace, and can only say "Gesummaria" afterwards. I've had seven children with her and I've never seen her navel. Is that right? I ask you. *She's* the sinner!

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Angelica Sedara: Listen to me. Concetta is right. To marry him after loving you would be like drinking water after tasting... [They kiss] Tancredi Falconeri: Tasting what? Angelica Sedara: Marsala. [They kiss again]

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