- Oreste: How would you like a pizza? Huh?
- Adelaide: You mean pizza?
- Oreste: Yes! Pizza.
- Adelaide: But, I'm not in the mood for pizza.
- Oreste: Oh, but your favorite meal is pizza. Come on!
- Adelaide: But, I don't feel like eating pizza today.
- Oreste: You can't talk me out of it. We're definitely eating pizza.
- Oreste: Adelaide, you do want pizza, right?
- Adelaide: Yes.
- Oreste: [to the waiter] Then, take our order for it. For that whore sitting there, one Neopolitan pizza and for this cuckold you're staring at, nothing! Because, I have not come here to eat! But, to tell everyone, everyone, this one infamous woman is cheating on me with that son-of-a-bitch pizza maker, Nello Sarafini, with that stupid mustache!
- Female Tourist 1: There's a real Italian.
- Female Tourist 2: But, they're so different from what they used to be.
- Female Tourist 3: Nowadays they're either angry or sad.
- Female Tourist 2: How much gayer they were when they were poor.
- Adelaide: I have been pyschoanalyzed by a professor, I have killed myself unsuccessfully, I have suffered and I have been very upset. Today, my poor heart is bleeding. broken in two. But, which one shall I pick between you? Which one shall I give up?
- Adelaide: What future? I'm without a future. I'm a prisoner of the past. After the present, I'm a tree without leaves.
- Gypsy Woman: He's no gypsy, he's a bum!
- Antonia: I found out about Oreste. I warn you, leave him alone!
- Adelaide: Your trip was pointless. Oreste's the one I was fated for. And he has his woman now. No one can take this away. Since the very first day, how happy we've both been. And you, his mother, should understand that!
- Antonia: What do you mean: his mother? His wife! You filthy...
- Oreste: Do you have a girl? Mine's name is Adelaide. Loves a man like no one you ever met. She screams and bites and moans a lot.
- Nello: I like having a dozen girls. Oh well, a couple. I don't think love should be possessive or limited to one person. I think that's an injustice! But, what can we do? We want men to be free. We're against one man owning another; so, how can we ask a woman to be nothing but a man's possession? Isn't that right?
- Oreste: No. You must be kidding or you're too young to think clearly. A worker has only one possession in the world and that's his own woman. And you talk about robbing him of that too?
- Nello: That's not how to put it. It makes it seem dirty. She tried to choose; but, she found she couldn't. Talking about it, it turned out very fortunately, today, certain problems are solved simply and very practically. Does everyone have to go by twos? For example, Denmark, Sweden.
- Ambleto di Meo: Therefore, the adult animal is sectioned in the following manner, in the rear part comes the brisket, the rump, the eye round, the bottom round and... the tail. In the middle is the loin and fillet, ribs, rib cover and shoulder. After that, what do we have? Rib and loin and under shoulder... and lungs. And let us not forget the side muscle and top round. Furthermore, in front we have snout, tongue, neck, belly and large breasts.
- Adelaide: Not everyone knows these things.
- Adelaide: When he has realized how badly he has wounded another person, what does a person do then?
- Ambleto di Meo: Runs away?
- Adelaide: Alright, alright, come here. Alright, not the physical wound. Not that sort. But, the kind that touches the soul. There are things besides sorted objects. Pure things you shouldn't touch. It's wrong. And that among those things is a soul. And the soul's inside you. Only, you don't see it.
- Ambleto di Meo: You mean, like the gizzard?