Glauco Onorato

Gianna Brezzi: I think that a woman's gotta be independent so she can...

Marcus Daly: Oh, don't start with me about all that woman's stuff. It is a fundamental fact... men are different from women. Women are... weaker; well, they're gentler.

Gianna Brezzi: They're what? Weaker? Gentler?

[she howls in laughter - stops laughing, stands, unbuttons jacket, moves to the table, determinedly clearing it]

Marcus Daly: What on earth are you doing?

Gianna Brezzi: [sitting again and holding her arm up, wriggling her fingers] Come on, Tarzan. Why don't you try me?

Marcus Daly: What's that?

Gianna Brezzi: Arm wrestling.

[brusquely]

Gianna Brezzi: Come on. Then we'll see who's weaker!

Marcus Daly: Oh, don't be ridiculous!

Gianna Brezzi: You backing out?

Carlo: Look, maybe you've seen something so important you can't realize it.

Marcus Daly: But... I'm just trying to understand, because...

Carlo: You know, sometimes what you actually see and what you imagine... get mixed up in your memory like a cocktail... from which you can no longer distinguish one flavor from another.

Marcus Daly: But I'm telling you the truth!

Carlo: No, Marc. You think you're telling the truth, but in fact... you're telling only your version of the truth. It happens to me all the time.