I have waited so long for this moment.
Fabrizio, my darling, go easy on my hymen.
Gina, your body to me is a cathedral.
Now take off your pants.
Didn't you like it?
Yes.
It didn't look like you were having fun to me.
Yes. You were wonderful.
But you just lay there - passive - like a lox.
It was my first time - did you like it?
Me? Are you kidding? More fun than laughing.
Maybe next time I'll be more relaxed.
Brava! Bravissima!
Marcello, do you know anything about frigidity?
It's all in the foreplay.
A woman needs to be played with before you lay her.
How long?
Fifteen minutes, half hour - depends on the woman.
What about your wife?
Thirty seconds.
Lucky!
Don't tell me Gina's a problem.
Er... no... it's not that.
Do you fondle her before putting it in?
Put what in? Oh!
I don't like to talk about Gina like she's a whore.
How long have you been married now?
Six weeks.
Play with her. Fondle her.
It's always the man's fault. Any woman can be made to feel ecstasy.
Marcello, last week, in the middle of... of...
She was watching television.
You must be doing something wrong.
Some women take longer.
Find her erogenous zones.
Her father gave me a map of them, and still...
Okay, turn over.
Over. I want to do a quick check on some parts I missed.
Foreplay...
Fabrizio, there is nothing the church can do for you.
If I could, I would be glad to try and make your wife come,
but that is impossible.
At least you get pleasure from her.
Maybe someday she will get it from you.
And here will be my new offices. A hundred people will work under me.
Yes... Yes, but tell me about your sex life... your wife.
She moans and screams and claws my back...
Six, seven times
she heaves to my one... like a wolf in heat.
Mine lays there and stares at the ceiling. Like a dead one.
Are you... small?
Small? Like a French bread. Small...
Okay, okay... then I don't know.
You're depressed still.
I'm okay.
You're still thinking about it.
Because I love you... because you're so beautiful
and I want you to love me loving you.
Please... Fabrizio.
What are you doing?
Take me. Do it to me.
Here?!
Yes... yes...
- There's people all around. - I don't care.
We could get caught!
I know... I know... Do it...
Do it.
Oh, my God! Now she wants it!
Life plays strange tricks on me.
At the gallery she comes - like an express train.
The next night in bed she lays there...
It's the danger, my friend. The fear of being caught.
The sinful, mischievous, naughty, tempting of fate...
That's what she needs.
Mark my words.
No question.
She is weird-city.
Did anyone see Fabrizio?
Listen carefully to what I say. You'll get caught.
It's dangerous. Don't do it!
We were nearly caught last week.
At the church. In the confessional.
I still have a charlie-horse.
Stop it before it's too late.
Are you angry with me?
I love you. At least we know you're not frigid.
As long as we do it in public.
You'll get used to it.
I'll try.
I knew we'd work things out.