Guys, are we going to the Lido tonight?
Screw the Lido.
It's for losers and faggots,
little faggots like you guys!
Let's go to the Paradis Latin, it's nicer. Trust me, I know Paris.
Do you want to go out tonight?
Of course I fucking do.
You don't come to Paris to stay in the hotel
and knit sweaters.
I'm tired, Enzo. We go out every night.
Am I making you tired?
You drink too much and you get into fights.
So? Where's the problem in that?
-Do whatever you want. -Whatever I want?
Do I need your permission?
Are you my wife or my mother?
Sometimes, I'm not sure.
You're not my mother.
You're not half the woman she was.
She was a saint who didn't complain all the time.
You knew her, Luigi. Tell her.
She was an angel.
May she rest in peace.
I'm tired.
I just want to go to bed.
Then go to bed, bitch.
Here we are, guys. Let's go.