The Chief of Police?
May I?
Berto Bertuccioli,
executive with the PPP.
So what?
I'd like some information about my fiancée.
Anita Annigoni, student.
It's a trap.
Picked up during the demonstration, detained for investigation.
Quite right!
So what?
Well, you know, I'm sure you understand...
if it would be possible to release her?
I'll vouch for her.
I'm an executive at PPP...
Enough! I understand.
Manettoni, bring her here.
It's a trap. It's a trap. It's a trap!
FORBIDDEN
It's a scandal! How disgraceful! Go thank the Chief of Police.
Hold it!
Hands down.
May I, Chief?
For your boys.
Boys, thank the nice man.
Thank you, nice man!
Well then, how did it go?
How? Like this:
One of them held my legs. Go on.
Another one took an arm. Come on.
A third one took the third arm.
A fourth one took off my pants.
Go ahead.
And the last one caressed me with a device like that one.
- Like which one? Like... - That one.
This? Oh God.
- Anita, - Huh?
Let's get married.
If you like.
When?
Huh?
I asked you when?
Whenever you like.
Whenever I like? Whenever I can.
Let's see...
today' Monday, tomorrow's Tuesday, the day after tomorrow's Wednesday...
Thursday... no, I've got the analyst.
Friday 9:00. No, I'd rather not.
Saturday, half day... Sunday.
That's it. Sunday. I'd better make a note.
Next Sunday, 10:00 am, wedding.
Will you, Berto Bertuccioli,
take this woman, Anita Annigoni
to be your lawful wife?
- Yes. - And will you, Anita Annigoni,
take this man, Berto Bertuccioli...
- It's a trap. ...to be your lawful husband?
It's a trap.
It's a trap!
So, Anita Annigoni, do you want to take him or not?
Old slob.
- Toad. - Fat bitch.
- Shit head. - Dung heap.
It's a trap. I know it.
It's a trap.
In order to have a good reputation in the film industry these days,
an actor must absolutely know how to speak English.
For example,
uovo, egg. One egg.
To break one egg.
To break, broke, broken.
- To break, broke... - Get her!
Get him! Get them!
To break, broke, broken. To break, broke, broken.
THE HOWL
But who are you?
I am a heavenly dog.
I engulf the moon.
I engulf the sun.
I engulf the stars.
I engulf the entire universe.
I, I am I, I am
I am moonlight.
I am starlight.
I am sunlight.
I am X-ray light.
I am the sum of universal energy.
I run, I bellow, I inflame like wild fire.
I howl like a great sea. I run like a thunderbolt.
I run, I run, I run. I lacerate my skin.
I devour my flesh. I suck my blood.
I tear apart my heart. I run along my nerves.
I run over my spinal cord. I run over my brain.
I am I.
My ego will explode!
Strike, revenging ram
of the Saracen, the carcass of your enemy!
This is cinema, my love.
And may the air resound of this hubbub.
In the name of repressive power of law and order,
charge, men. Charge!
In the name of generative power
Of Priapus
In the name of the amulets of touching
Of seeing, of smelling
Of hearing and loving
Go, demons, go
In the name of quintessential flames of fire
In name of the name Anubis the god
Of Osiris, of Aphrodite, Chango, Shiva
Buddha, Bacchus
Go, demons, go
Go, demons, go.
Naturally, if this film were a romanticized history
or an historical romance, at this point there would be a love scene.
However, since it is just a simple documentary, pure testimony,
the actors are spared the trouble of performing
para-hypo-peri-sexual exercises and gyrations.
The calisthenics of those mucous membranes are therefore left,
for the time being, to the more or less filthy imaginations of the audience.
Will you give me a lift?
What did you say? What do you want?
I'll give it to you.
Come on!
Come on, start the engine. Go. Go, start the engine.
The importance of a hair...
Let me enjoy my freedom.
No treatment, depilation, electrolysis, razor et cetera
can prevent the hairs from returning one day or another.
Worse, at times, such as after using a razor,
the hairs will reappear even thicker and more profuse.
Personally, all these things don't matter a damn to me.
I dug a tunnel 12 miles long.
What's that, lady? Pity?
Pity doesn't exist.
Take me, for example. I killed 12 of them.
- All women. - Filthy cow!
The last one thought I'd let her live.
Cuckoo. I don't think so.
- That bitch. - Shame, inhibitions, stammering,
- bad circulations, bad habits... - I called her Gertrude.
- She even scratched my face. - Everyone will have their turn.
...illusive glances, secret hidden desires...
I made her catch her breath three times.
You don't scratch your own murderer's face.
I got away with 12 of them. I dug 12 miles.
...it kills the roots of the hair... - But 13 is a lucky number.
- Soren Maxim Herbert, FBI. ...in beauty parlors...
Women are free, negroes are free, but too expensive for white virgins.
...of hydrogen peroxide lightened the hair
to the point of eliminating it.
- Starting from this observation... - The white virgins make our wives...
...absolutely innocuous... ...communism is a guaranteed system...
Shit!
There are more losers than winners.
The little pump isn't working. There's no water.
It's not working.
I can't go.
Wait, I'll help you. Pssst. Pssst.
You see? The little pump works.
It works.
- It works. - Yes, it works.
- It works. - Yes.
- It works! Yeah! - Yeah!
- The little pump works! You see? - Yeah.
Is anybody here?
Anybody here?
- Where are we? - Me too so much.
Anybody here?
- No! - I imagined so!
- Fuck off! - Where are we?
In 1851.
52, 53,
54.
- Me first. - Me second.
- I'll second that, however third. - Fourth.
WE ARE IN A FREE COUNTRY AND WHOEVER PAYS CAN HAVE IT ALL.
EVERYTHING PAID IN ADVANCE, PLEASE.
Hey, Mister! Let's move it in here.
Is there anyone who will give two rooms to this good couple?
To me and to this heart breaker of a wife?
Hey, mister. Mister!
Hey, mister. They're calling you, mister. Mister!
Mister!
Mister, they're calling you, mister. They're calling you, mister!
Leave that stinking bell alone.
What did you say? What?
Two rooms, you said?
- Yes, of course. - Complete rooms?
- Yes, of course. - With the doors?
$12.50.
What did he say?
The door is extra.
Hey, mister. You're hurting me, mister!
Don't fart, mister.
Don't burp, mister.
Stop there.
For a lousy $12.50,
you want to sign the register as well?
- And the keys? - No keys.
Go, leave.
Go up, disappear, vanish.
Hey, answer when I call you. Here, eat.
The choice of this hotel as a meeting place
and a public square for the tournament which is supposed to take place
has not yet been made, and therefore we must immediately examine
one by one the hairs of this as yet undecided subject.
Good morning and good evening. Are you here for the orgy?
Oh, how cute. Make yourself a cup of tea and some toast with honey.
I'm as hungry as a sow and sweating like a pig.
Excuse me, mister swan, the naturalists maintain that you are mute.
- Is that true? - If I be mute, how can I call you shit?
Raus, I am very busy. And you, Leda, react a little...
Yes, darling. Come on, darling. Bang me that I like it.
And you, don't you have any statement to make?
The furniture is not bad.
- And you, madam? - Sorry, I'm the maid. She's the madam.
- Oh, excuse me. - What a pleasure, what a pleasure!
May I ask you a question, madam?
Do you consider yourself a warm woman, or...
I questioned a corpse.
Good morning and goodnight, teacher.
Good night.
What do you think about Latin?
Latin is simply manipulative action of the class system.
- Menarini, stop! - Menarini!
What a wonderful smell of smegma.
- May I, Your Excellency? - Please do, Your Majesty.
- May I? - Please. Please.
- Thank you. - You first.
We are therefore in a position to deny the scandalous rumors
which have alarmed public opinion. Among these well-bred people,
everything takes place with the most absolute normality
to the full satisfaction of a healthy, industrious and serene population.
Good morning. Who are you?
We are the artists.
Gloomy exhibitionists.
My soap. Where's my soap?
Flirt. You're really a flirt.
Sweetheart, where do you want me to rub you?
Bitch. You're really a bitch.
And the others? They've left already?
Without even a word? On the sly?
Do you want to know something?
They really disgusted me.
Stop!
Halt! Stop!
Keep off the flower beds!
- Keep moving. Keep moving. - There's nothing to laugh about.
Keep moving.
Not flowers but good deeds.
Halt. Stop.
The abominable.
Yes, abominable. And now on horseback.
- The moment has arrived... - The moment. The moment.
...to eat something. - Oh, yes. Let's masticate.
- What have you got inside there? - Nothing.
- What's there to eat? - Nothing.
Nothing? Not even a chrysalis? A cricket?
- Nothing. - It's an uncultivated forest.
Hungry, I go in search of warm blood.
Where are you going?
I dash like a madman across the desolate countryside.
Hunger gnaws at my stomach
and very little blood is left in my veins.
But my eyes sparkle
in the hope of finding a prey to devour.
Don't move.
Coso. [Thingamabob]
I'm hungry.
The charms of nature mean nothing. Nothing for me.
Long live vegetables!
I climb the highest mountain...
- and spit down below. - It's forbidden to spit.
Envious of the eagle which from the mountain top
sights its prey better than me!
Now I've got you, even with only one eye.
Stop. Where are you going?
Then I hid me in the forest...
Stop.
- Wait for me! ...and I don't know how to escape.
Halt! Stop!
I'm sorry I didn't find someone to eat, but I'm glad I wasn't eaten.
Hurray! Down!
Stay, Monads.
Peace and goodwill to all and freedom...
Freedom!
Stop! Don't run away.
I'm a great philosopher. The greatest.
The best in the world!
Come. Come to my home to eat,
to drink. Come.
Come to my home. Come.
Come to my home to eat,
to drink. Come.
Stop! The ants! Don't tread on the ants.
They're Monads too.
Don't tread on the ants. Slow. Slow.
Come to my home.
- I'm a philosopher. - Yeah, at your home.
The greatest. Slow.
Elephant! Don't tread on the elephant!
Blessed elephant. Don't tread on him.
Slowly. Slowly.
So you go around naked because you hate history.
- Yes, I like it. - The clothes are history.
- Interesting. - Come to my home.
Hey, Philosopher.
- And the wig? The white wig? - From the 18th century and I like it.
From the 18th century and he likes it.
- And the garter? - Same thing.
- Same thing. And the stick? - Same thing!
Thank you, Mother Nature.
- I mean, merci, Mama. - Rousseau...
Who said Rousseau? Say it again if you have the courage!
Say it again. Let's go.
He hates history. I'm the custodian of history.
Yes, I know, but you've got to understand him too.
- Understand. - Halt.
- Mount the horse. - The horse?
Mount the horse? What horse?
Like me. Let's go!
Stop, Nino.
Please, make yourself comfortable.
Get inside.
Wait! Wipe your feet.
Wipe off your feet.
Go.
You too, wipe your feet.
- Just a minute. - Go!
You too, wipe your feet, you bitch.
- This is my illustrious family. - Nice.
- My son Shlemiel. - Nice to meet you. Hi.
- Very nice to meet you. - My daughter Shmegegge.
Who happens to be my sister.
- Good evening. - Nice to meet you.
And my wife Eva, born Duncan.
A bit of a cow, but she sits on the eggs.
Come, Eva, born Duncan.
Let's make our guests welcome.
Please, eat the eggs. I hatched them myself.
Stop it. You'll spill all over me.
- It's hard boiled. - Yeah, too much.
Abra cadabra ermitamena.
A fat duck is better than a thin chick.
Abra cadabra ermitamena.
She's my sister.
First to him, the janitor.
It's always my turn.
Eat. Eat! It's good stuff.
It's a Monad.
- Exquisite. - Very good.
Exquisite.
- My compliments, Lady Eva. - Thank you.
Eat!
Just the way I like it. Rare.
- I'm a great philosopher. - It doesn't matter.
- Very good. - You too, horse face, eat.
Eat, horse face. Eat, horse face.
Very exquisite.
- My compliments. - Thank you. Thank you.
- Great job. - Thank you, but don't thank me.
The meat is good.
It comes from a black missionary captured one month ago.
Now is all finished unfortunately.
Fortunately you have arrived.
Children, you are saved!
Is their turn, not yours.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Stop there.
Now I'll explain everything.
My flowers, my garden, my roses,
my carnation, my jasmine,
my roses, again, my carnation,
the crocodiles, the ants, the lizards,
everything.
Even the monkey is my son. Down with the net!
We got them.
There will be food for everybody!
You guard them.
Your mother, brother and I are going in the forest, understand?
Son of a bitch.
Help, Coso!
Help! You'll be damned.
Hey you, daughter Shmegegge, listen.
- Coso, do something. - She's fixated with me.
- She wants me! - Do something!
First, take the net off of me!
Do you like the parson's nose? We'll leave it for you
if you let us go in exchange, eh?
- Good girl. - Help me, I beg you. She wants me!
- Yes, I know. - Where are you going?
We're going to the movies. Bye.
- You bastards! - Have fun!
Don't leave me alone!
Ma'am, help!
Help! Help!
Ma'am, yes.
I'm indigestible. No.
My flesh is not that good.
Even Rousseau said so. I'm indigestible!
Don't bite me, please.
Save his face at least.
What have you got inside there?
- Where? - In the little yellow box.
- Saw, hammer and chisel. - What for?
All the better to eat you with, my dear.
I don't believe it. You can't eat me.
Just as you are now, certainly not. But in pieces I can.
First the lower limbs, then the arms, then the head.
- And the eyes? - The eyes?
The eyes.
I'll suck them.
And the ear lobes, can you eat them or are they too bony?
They're not too bony but they're tough.
Do you think I eat any old thing? I'm not a sow.
Maybe not a sow, but a seal.
Eh? A seal. Sure, why not.
How come you speak Italian, then? Seals speak Danish.
Don't you understand anything? Do you speak Danish?
No, but you wouldn't understand anyway.
Describe your technique again, please.
Well, first comes the wooden hammer.
Hard wood. It's got to be seasoned.
After the hammer comes the razor.
All the blood, or at least most of it, must drain out.
Of course the mouth gets dirty anyway when it gets to the liver.
And then comes the saw.
At what point do you cut off the arms? At the elbow or the armpit?
Never at the elbow. Always at the armpit.
Why?
Because. It's a habit.
You can't ask me why.
There's not much meat on the forearm,
especially yours.
As long as it's attached to the rest, it looks good.
Excuse me, but how do you eat a roasted chicken leg?
How do you eat it? How do you eat it? How do you eat it?
How do you eat a roasted chicken leg?
How do you eat it? How do you eat it? How do you eat it?
- With salt. - With salt?
Of course! Human flesh is sweet.
Who wants sweet meat?
But why do you want to eat me?
First, because I'm hungry.
Second, because I like it.
And third...
because that's the only way your life will have a purpose.
Do you understand?
I woke up from the dream.
Bitterness of the deception.
Corpses wonder on idle.
Inconstant obscenity of the flesh.
Eyes full of skeletons,
streets full of coffins,
confusedly they hit, confusedly they pass.
My eyes...
cry tears.
My heart...
sobs.
I awoke from the dream.
Bitterness of the deception.
- Where are we? - Me too.
And I saw her.
I wanted to ask her, "Where are we?"
But she turned her back to me.
She was crying.
I realized then that she was there for over a century
on the tracks crying.
I thought she had gone away a long time ago,
but I was wrong.
I wanted to look good.
That's why I offered her my handkerchief,
a cigar.
Fortunately that day I happened to have a box of margaritas in my pocket.
Castro had not yet appeared on the political scene.
In short I tried to make her understand
that her behavior, above all, risked becoming anti-economic.
To cry for over a century...
Perhaps these observations weren't very noble,
but my conscience as a modern man forced me to act that way.
Take it, there.
There, take it.
Foutez le camp!
- Who was that? - It was Trintignant. Come on!
Go away. Go away. Go away.
Here everything is rolling to rack 'n ruin.
Rolling to rack 'n ruin. Rolling to rack 'n ruin.
But where are we?
I already told you, me too, me too.
By Jove...
Good morning. I'm looking for the man.
- The man. - Ask him.
- Who, him? - I haven't seen him.
The man, the man, the man.
Do you know who I am?
Of course, I know.
Listen then,
you who hunger and thirst for deception.
Do you know who I'm looking for?
- No. - I'm looking for the man.
I'm looking for the man.
Really?
Yep. Ecce Homo.
Officers, non-commissioned officers,
soldiers
of the armed forces of the state...
Just a minute. Just a minute.
Black shirts
of the Revolution,
listen...
Fool!
- No! Where are you going? - We were joking.
- Don't be like that.
With the decisions
you will hear about in a few seconds...
- Uh? - Uh?
...a great event is achieved.
The fate of Ethiopia has been sealed...
- Fire! ...today, May 9th,
May 5th, May 9th,
May 5th, at 4:00 pm
of the Fascist Era.
Were cut
with our shiny sword.
No. Line clear.
My chilblains, my chilblains,
my chilblains.
- Have you seen Anita? - Yes. Over there.
Over there. Thank you.
- Wait. - What is it?
Something wrong, eh? Tell me.
So?
- I think I know you. - Yes.
Yes. Weren't you the janitor
- who walked like this? - Well, yes, maybe.
- What do you do now? - Intellectual.
- What? - Intellectual.
- You're alive. - Why do you say so?
Weren't you dead?
Even Christ died and then resurrected.
Now I've been resurrected too.
I'm here. I observe and suffer.
You don't believe it? Pinch me.
Not on this side. I'm a left wing intellectual.
I left my solitary, dark, sinister castle...
Conradin of Swabia.
Then you remember Anita. Have you seen her?
- Where is she? - Over there.
Not over there. Over here.
Well, what an embarrassment.
I can't help it.
Have you seen Anita?
If you want to find her, try to sing.
Why should I give a damn about the war,
if I continue to have difficulty reaching the climax?
Come on, sing. You'll see that you'll get over it.
Come on.
I'm looking for the man.
Help! Help!
Chair!
Hey! What manners!
Point!
Murderers! Murderers!
Fire!
I'm manning for the look.
I'm looking for the man.
He was dead.
I couldn't believe it.
I called him, but I didn't know how.
Coso. Coso!
There was nothing I could do.
It was the end.
But it wasn't the right time. It couldn't have been!
So I called him again. Coso!
The speakers continued to squawk.
I had to do something. But what?
What to do? What?
Help him, dress him,
care for him, help him,
undress him!
He had a wound on his chest,
so...
I trampled on his hand.
When all of a sudden...
You have an hour...
counter order, half hour, a quarter of an hour,
one minute. Time is up!
- And he asked me... - What time is it?
I didn't know what to say.
There he was in all his pride.
FORBIDDEN
Are you free tonight?
Yes, I'm free.
A brilliant mind is always close to crime.
You were a great midget.
Come on, let's do it.
- Will you speak? - No, it's better if you speak.
I've lost my voice. I'll do the mixing for you.
Go ahead.
Ready? Go!
Hello, hello, hello.
This is Earth
calling moon, Venus, stars,
space, sun.
Hello, hello, hello.
Listen.
Suddenly a red angel
hurled on the world the fire of revolution.
It's not by accident! It's not by accident!
Anger must explode.
Hate must burst!
Yesterday we poured out blood,
gave sweat, torment, fatigue to the Earth.
Today you get down from the table you had climbed.
We want
in the sacred name of love,
to melt the cold,
to free the sun,
to build the temple to all the men.
And if it's true
as it is true that only what is possible happens,
make the impossible happen.
And then that too will be possible.
My friend, do you hear the dulled cries of our countries in chains?
My friend, do you hear the dark flight of the crows over our plains?
Oh, friends, do you hear workers, farmers, in your ears alarm bells ringing?
Climb up from the mine out from hiding in the pines, all you comrades
Take out from the hay all your guns, your munitions and your grenades
Hey you, assassins, with your bullets and your knives, kill tonight!
Hey you, saboteurs, be careful with your burden dynamite
We are the ones who break the jail bars in two for our brothers
Hunger drives, hate pursues, misery binds us to one another
There are countries where people sleep without a care and lie dreaming
But here, do you see? We march on we kill on, we die screaming
But here each one knows what he wants, what he does with his choice
My friend, if you fall, from the shadows on the wall, another steps into your place
Tomorrow, black blood shall dry out in the sunlight on the streets
But sing, companions, freedom hears us in the night still so sweet.
I am an idolater
I adore the sun, the mountains, I adore the seas
I adore water, I adore fire and volcanoes
I am an idolater
I adore life, I adore death,
I adore light, I adore the dark night
I adore Suez, Panama, the Great Wall, the Pyramids
I adore the spirit that creates, I adore strength
I adore blood, I adore the heart
I adore bombs, the anguish, I adore destruction
I adore the destroyers of idols
I am an idolater
I adore myself
I am also a destroyer of idols
I am an idolater.
Where are we?
- Keep quiet, we're visiting. - Where?
Visiting.
Do you understand now?
- May I say something? - Me too. Me too.
What do you want?
I am so bored.
Where do you want me to rub you, sweetheart?
What a slut.
Time to sleep.
Do you know what time it is? It's 2:15.
This chimney will need sweeping tomorrow. It smokes.
It would be better to build a new one next year.
That way there won't be anymore rats or cockroaches.
- Do you understand what I'm saying? - No.
- Luck. - What?
I said, luck.
I prefer central heating, it's cleaner.
- This guy doesn't belong. - Let's put him wise.
What a nerve! Completely naked in front of a gentleman,
a writer, a poet.
Completely naked except for stockings.
She might be very intellectual and exciting,
but not at all beautiful nor poetic. Nor does she have a manner
that suits a girl worthy of respect.
What will your mother say when she'll find out
about your deplorable and disgusting behavior?
Similar to a slut, dragged into the sewer by slothful desire.
Again, again.
That's enough for now.
Contemplation is a bourgeois attitude.
This girl is crazy.
I'm listening.
Censored.
Finally some fresh air.
- What fresh air? - Where are we?
I don't know where we are.
Here we are again, where are we? I don't know.
- This is the River Lethe. - Uh?
River Lethe?
This is shit. That's what it is. Shit.
- Shit. Shit. - Why do you have to swear?
What swearing? How do you call it, then?
It's simply shit. Shit, excrement, dung.
What do you call it? Anthony?
It's manure, not Lethe.
Come on, let's go. THE WORLD IS A PRISON.
Let's go!
Listen, Coso,
what did you say yesterday? ...A MODEL PRISON
- What did I say yesterday? - Yes, I can't remember anymore.
That's why I'm asking.
If you don't remember, why do you want me to tell you?
To remember.
- I didn't say anything yesterday. - Nothing?
Oh, yes. That's what it was. Now I remember. Nothing.
Ouch! An alligator bit me.
- It bit you? - Yes.
- Never mind. - What do you mean, never mind?
- Do something. - What do you want me to do?
I can confess you, give you the last sacraments...
Are you nuts? I don't want to die.
- You'll die anyway. - Why?
- Because you're a pessimist. - Me?
Of course. You've got dark hair.
- So what? - A blonde is a girl who decides
to be blonde. She's an optimist. She thinks life will be good to her.
PARTISAN. And what about me?
- You are a brunette. - And you are nuts.
Repeat it, if you have the courage.
You are nuts.
Now you're talking.
Wicked world. Wicked world.
Wicked world...
Where are you?
I'm here. Where are you?
So...
Listen, I wanted to tell you something.
Are you an only child or do you have siblings?
I have a sister, but she was conceived in a different bed.
- Your father had two wives? - No.
He had two beds.
And I'm supposed to be nuts?
And you, do you have any brothers?
Yes, I had one, he was down.
Poor thing. Is he dead?
No, worse, he's a minister. And who sees him anymore?
- Where are you? - I'm here. In front of you.
Oh yeah.
There!
It's just a rose, but from the heart.
Are you happy, my good fellow?
Is it possible to be happy in this world?
Why not? By meditating and praying.
Meanwhile take my paternal blessing.
$1. All right, 50¢.
- Thank you, Father. - My duty.
Now turn towards the east and wait for the rising sun
by praying, praying, praying, praying.
Don't forget and don't turn around.
Keep the faith. Keep the faith.
Keep the faith!
To break, broke, broken. To break, broke, broken.
Hey! Stop!
Bastards! Cowards! Stop!
You bastards! That's my boat. Stop!
Come back! Stop!
Stop! My boat! No!
Come back!
You bastards! Cowards!
You can't acquire faith so cheaply.
It's a shame.
Keep the faith.
To the rescue. To the rescue!
To the great redemption, scarlet ribbon.
Scarlet ribbon.
Wilt thou leave baptized flesh as a dish for the fish?
- Nay. - That wouldst truly be a pity
to burn in the sulfur of Beelzebub. Dash it!
Row brothers. It's hard, Father.
The current is against us.
This current hails directly from Peking.
Come on.
Juvenescence, juvenescence,
- springtime of virtue... - Forbear, good woman.
Now 'tis necessity to rescue these bodies.
She is plump and has lynx's eyes.
Even he is not flesh wrought to sleep alone.
Whatever canst they be? Friar and sister?
Fiancé and fiancée? Prior and abbess?
Lover and paramour? Well-endowed merchant and whore?
Make haste, let's depose them on firm earth.
Make haste before the Cerberus see us.
Pass the buck.
Away we go.
'Tis hard a-rowing,
water ever a-flowing. But alas we cannot refrain
for we're ugly and insane.
What time is it?
Yeah.
Where are we?
It's a wicked world
Intolerant intolerant
It's a wicked world
Intolerant of love
But you let down your long black hair
But you let down your long hair
- And barefoot follow me, my love ...a place of expiation...
- And barefoot ...a place of redemption.
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
To break, broke, broken, to break, broke, broken
To break, broke, broken, to break, broke...
Even if thorns tear at our feet
To break, broke, broken, to break, broke, broken
Even if hail hammers on our heads
To break, broke, broken, to break, broke, break...
Sleep is welcome pleasant to me, and more so is being a stone
to the end that damage and shame endure.
Michelangelo. An old friend of mine.
Wherefore dost thou recognize me?
Why shouldn't I recognize you?
Therefore thou hast not cast me into oblivion?
What do you mean oblivion?
- Beware of the custodian. - Who?
He has transformed himself into a pole.
- Let's go. Come on. - Go. Go.
We're going. Come on, let's go.
- Also for thee 'tis requisite to do it. - You better believe it.
- Hail. Hail! - What does that mean?
It means that we've got to disguise ourselves. Come on.
But you let down your long black hair
And barefoot
Follow me, my love
And barefoot
- Follow me, follow me, follow me... - Hey, Coso.
What good wind brings you here?
- The north wind. - Take the hat. Put it on.
Bye and be happy. Still 444 continue to fly.
If at least one reaches the south, it means it was worth the effort.
Even if thorns tear at our feet
To break, broke, broken, to break, broke, broken
Even if hail hammers on our heads
To break, broke, broken, to break, broke, break
Let's leave the world always behind us
Look at the white expanse of the sea
It's a wicked world
Intolerant intolerant
It's a wicked world
Intolerant of love
But you let down your long black hair
But you let down your long hair...
Omo Omo Omo, spic and span,
wherever you rubbed the problems ran.
- Am I right? - Damn right.
Make them laugh in glee, nice, ugly, fools and fair beauties.
Don't worry if they're not too bright.
I'll make sure things go all right.
- Am I right? - Damn right.
To break, broke, broken, to break, broke, broken
To break, broke, broken, to break...
Omo Omo Omo...
3,835,672.
3,835,673.
3,835,674.
3,835,675.
3,835,676.
3,835,677.
3,835,678.
3,835,679.
3,835,6...
...80.
3,835,681.
- 3,835,682. - Let's go.
- 3,835,683. - Come on, let's go.
3,835,684.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10,
11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20...
- Go! - To break, broke, broken...
Break! Break!
I am the total institution.
Now I shall read you several articles
from our regulations.
To the right, idiot.
What are you looking for, happiness?
You are affected by a hypertrophy of this idea,
chimera, phobia, fantastic paraphrenia.
The happiness concept occupies your minds like an obstruction.
Stop, you idiot.
But I'll get out of this obstruction. Am I right?
Damn right.
Article 1 establishes that whoever is healthy and strong,
cannot be stealthy and wrong. It makes one exception
and authorizes me to abuse all without distinction.
- Your pants down! - Yes, Director.
Whatever you wish, Director.
I'm not ready!
They're freeing us. They're freeing us!
I am the chief head of all the loonies,
and inside the asylum I dominate.
I want all of you on your knees
to congratulate me if I fart.
How fun it is to play director.
How fun it is to command.
If I were to relive what I have done,
- I'd do it... - They're freeing us.
...all over again!
What are you doing?
How can you? Cowards!
You pieces of shit! Damned pieces of shit!
You are not capable of anything.
Now I'll show you!
Damn cowards!
You're useless! You're useless!
- Who is a good warden? - A dead warden!
- Who is a good nurse? - A dead nurse!
- Who is a good director? - A dead director!
- Who is a good leader? - A dead leader!
- Like this! - And we are the loonies!
World, world, world...
Set of four and five, wait, let me hear.
I want to insult you passionately!
Your bloody slaughter-filled squares...
To break, broke, broken.
Your repulsive prisons!
Your cemeteries where the dead weep!
Your hells
where the devils break out dancing.
Your hells
where the devils break out dancing.
Why do you exist, world?
Why do you exist, word?
We fly to the west...
and the west
is a field of dead.
We fly to the east
and the east is an inferno.
We fly to the south
and the south is a madhouse.
We fly to the north
and the north is a prison.
And the north is a prison.
LIFE SENTENCE. Better for us who live in the world
to learn the sad cry
from the beasts.
Better for us who live in the world
to learn the sad cry
from the beasts.
World, world,
world, world.
World, world, world, world.
To the north, to the south,
to the southwest, to the northwest...
to the southwest. Yes.
Go to the north
And also to the east.
- Break! - To break, broke, broken.
Bow.
What do you mean, bow?
Bow?
The hat.
Oh, my sun
I'm in front of you
Oh, my sun
I'm in front... Damn it.
There are so many of us in my country
that nobody realized when I died.
Hey, John.
Seek as seek those who have to find.
And find as find
those who have to keep on seeking.
- Understand? - Of course.
I forbade and foresee the universality of the consciousness.
Mysticism is the science of tomorrow dreamed today.
Understand?
What?
- Understand? - No.
Hey, mon general.
- Ça va? - Ça va. Ça va. Et vous?
Not bad.
Watch out.
A lovely spit, mon general.
Don't bother, and remember:
If you undergo a defeat, take it as a triumph.
When shit is worth something,
negroes will be born without assholes!
Hey, read my hand.
I want to know what will happen to me.
- Where are you going? - Look, a lion.
Stop!
Don't play the game of the cemetery too.
Block the communication circuit with barbed wire.
Is he there? Will he be there? When will he be back?
Clean cut and resolute.
An obol to the obelisk, a somersault in the middle of the night,
piercing a syringe in the nose.
Two perfumed fingers in the anus
to draw syntactic, semantic and orthographic eggs.
Hey, what are you doing? Pulling my leg?
Then you didn't understand a damn thing.
Stop or I'll eat you.
Calm down. We understand.
Follow me then.
Follow me.
- Shall we follow him? - Follow me.
- Let's follow him. - Let's follow him.
This way, left and right.
Goodness gracious.
Where are we?
What did I say?
Nothing. Now it's enough.
What did he say?
He spent too much time in the shade and he's got a lot of blisters.
- It's freezing. - Yes, it's a nice day.
A little cold but hot. Let's go to the hot part.
It's a bit cooler than here where it's hot as hell.
Slept, awoke. Slept, awoke, slept, awoke...
Nice. What is it?
- The silence of thunder. - Well done.
And what are you doing?
Fucking the muck, fucking the muck,
fucking the muck...
Well done. Keep up the good work.
But where am I? Am I asleep or awake?
What?
Honestly, I wasn't expecting that question from you anymore.
Are you sleeping or awake? Meaning?
Even true or false, odd or even,
beautiful or ugly, all or nothing,
fish or fowl, cold or hot,
to create or to destroy.
What are we doing, starting again here or there?
Yes. Here or there.
Then you really didn't understand a thing.
A is to B as B is to me.
Do you know what an analogy is?
An apple is an apple.
Certainly this is logic,
but "beauty is the splendor of truth."
So what does that mean? All and nothing.
More often nothing than all, except for whoever believes it.
It's a question of faith. And so here or there is an impression.
You don't believe me? Go see it for yourself. Go.
Go back there. Go.
Go.
Where are you going?
Stop!
The Earth's axis has left the constellation of fishes, understand?
Dumb!
A spit is enough to fertilize the world.
I must tell you that I ran into love.
His knees were grazed
and he went begging from door to door.
He doesn't have any money and he's looking for a job...
- How much? ...as an inspector on the buses
in the suburbs. It's sad, but if you try to help him,
he turns against you and insults you.
Love!
Here's 100 coins, change them into dollars for me
and keep the change as crumbs.
Goodbye forever. Have a good time, my friends.
Good evening. A wonderful good morning.
Happy New Year and goodbye.
There she is.
A beautiful girl, intelligent but nuts,
had a terrible ending.
I knew it. Poor girl.
Terrible ending...
better than I expected.
Also, it's not all her fault.
We live in an age of syncretism.
Whose fault is it? Everyone's and no one's.
In fact, A is to B as B is to me.
Me is to C as C is to believe.
Is it clear?
See is to believe. See is to believe.
Nice.
Very nice.
Nice.
Nice, nice, nice.
In any case, very nice.
Can the bird of Paradise
strike against the annihilated
consumed tree of your sap without a parachute?
Yes.
And can the tired turtle
fly fast in the months of July on Wednesday?
Ergo I lengthen a box on tip-toe,
figs and cloves of breath. Anise.
Long live the married couple!
In the name of the repressive power of law and order,
charge, men! Charge!
Yes! Charge!
Yes, yes. Charge.
And discharge.
Stupid finks.
Your order is the order of logic.
And logic is always false
like morale, coherence.
Logic...
it is clear that an actor in the film industry these days,
must know how to speak English.
Here's the bus.
One bus.
To catch a bus.
To catch, caught, caught.
In the name of generative power
- Of Priapus - Stop! Stop!
In the name of the amulets of touching
Of seeing, of smelling,
Of hearing and loving
Go, demons, go
In the name of colors of the solar spectrum
In the name of all the lunar modules
The known galaxies and globular masses
Go, demons, go
Go, demons, go.