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Natalia: I don't know you. Please leave me alone.
Mario: I don't know you either. Allow me to accompany you.
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Mario: I'm sorry. I'm terribly shy. With girls, I mean. I'm not used to - I never know how to talk to them. The women I know...
Natalia: Women like shy men. And so do I.
Mario: Really? But, don't tell me that or you'll make me lose my shyness.
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Natalia: We didn't say a word, but for me it was as if we had said it all.
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Natalia: Don't tell me you want to woo me? You're looking at me like a suitor and you can't. After everything I've told you, you mustn't fall in love with me. Besides, you may not get the chance. We may never see each other again.
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Mario: Even if we're only friends, must we talk only about your woes? Let's talk about mine as well.
Natalia: Do you have some?
Mario: No. But, I could.
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Mario: It's not my concern anyway. Should I feel remorse? Remorse. I want to have fun tonight. What remorse?
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Mario: I got a job. One year here, one year there - you meet a lot of people. You meet, you separate, and then you start all over. I used to think that was the secret to a happy life. Perhaps I'm getting older, but I don't like that anymore. I'd like to make some friends and keep them. Someone...
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Mario: I don't come to places like this anymore. I like to walk around by myself, lost in thought.
Natalia: So you're a dreamer too.
Mario: Well, you know how it is. The imagination boils over, like water in a coffee pot. But it's a mistake, because you end up believing there's something real and tangible in your dreams, and you neglect life and reality.
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Puppet Peddler: A toy to amuse your children. This toy is legal, as the officer here can attest to. Three hops - one, two, three. Take one home to amuse your children. If you don't have children, amuse your wife. If you're not married, thank the Lord and buy one anyway.
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Natalia: Now I can say that I've been dancing.
Mario: Now I can say that I've been happy.
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Mario: Forget your ghosts from the past!
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La prostituta: Look at that. I twisted my heel. I'll make you pay for that, you bad boy.
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Mario: What were you thinking, trusting a man like me? I even told you: Never trust anyone. Especially a man in love.
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Mario: What difference does it make if I do tomorrow what I didn't do yesterday?
Natalia: Exactly. What difference does yesterday or today make?
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Mario: I told you not to trust the judgment of a man in love. You're such a little girl. Nothing I said counts, because I was thinking only of myself. I told you not to believe in fairy tales. Then I started to believe my own fantasy.
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Natalia: I've loved him for a whole year. I've never been untrue. Not even in my thoughts. But it all means nothing to him. May God be with him. I want to forget him.
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Mario: I wish I could make you fall asleep, like the character in the fairy tale, who'll only wake up on the day she is to find happiness. I'll be like that for you too. One day you'll wake up and find that it's a lovely day. The sun will be shining and everything will be fresh and clean. What once seemed impossible will seem simple and natural. Don't you believe me? I'm sure of it. And it'll be soon. Perhaps even tomorrow.
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Mario: Natalia, look. Look at the sky. It's wonderful. What's happening? It's snowing.
Natalia: Oh! It's snowing!
Mario: It's snowing! It's snowing! It's snowing!
Natalia: What more could you ask? It's snowing! It's snowing.
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Mario: I swear to you, I'm a new man. Believe me, I'm a new man. I have faith now. I understand it all now, even if I can't explain. You see? I used to think this city was bleak and sad, but it was me! Now it's all shining and bright! We only have to want it. Something inside me just has to want it and the girl I love will become my bride. All dressed in white.
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Mario: Just think. The whole city is asleep. They don't know a thing. Soon they'll start to wake up. They'll open their windows and say...
Natalia: What a lovely day.
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Mario: God bless you for the moment of happiness you gave me. Even a moment's worth can last a lifetime.
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