- Prof. McCarthy: Where did you learn that thing with the ice cubes, hmm?
- Coed in Office: It was in The Other Side Of Midnight.
- Lira: [on the couch, she wears angelic white lingerie and silk stockings] I'm a very unhappy woman.
- Bobby Fine: You are?
- Lira: [gets amorous] Oh!
- [crawls towards him]
- Bobby Fine: You... you and Eddie seem so happy together.
- Lira: Oh... is a masquerade. I wanted... But, one day, my father he come to me with a long face. And he say that I have to marry a tall American.
- Bobby Fine: You mean it was an arranged marriage?
- Lira: Yes. And so I got off the plane from Rome... and there he was... like the King Kong, huh?
- [the large painting of gigantic Eddie grins down at them]
- Bobby Fine: He's a very large man.
- Lira: Very large... yes.
- [takes off Bobby's glasses]
- Lira: But not a man.
- Bobby Fine: Not a man? Eddy?
- Lira: [shakes her head] No.
- Bobby Fine: You... you mean that he's... he's homosexual?
- Lira: No. Not. He's not homosexual. He's... he's not... attente, do you understand?
- Bobby Fine: [shakes his head] No.
- Lira: He's, ah, overcooked. Soft.
- [finds the Italian word]
- Bobby Fine: [rears away with disgust] I don't think I understand.
- Lira: Oh, caro, the linguini just hangs there, eh?
- Bobby Fine: You mean, he has a problem with impotency?
- Lira: No! He doesn't have a problem, he doesn't care! I've got the problem, caro.
- Bobby Fine: Well, you shouldn't... have such problems.
- Lira: So help me, professore.
- [softly:]
- Lira: Help me.
- [kisses him]
- Bobby Fine: At the risk of seeming overly cautious, where is the exact location of your husband?
- Lira: Ugh, my husband. He's always working, caro. Sometimes he comes home at
- [shrugs]
- Lira: midnight, sometimes three, four in the morning,
- [sighs]
- Lira: sometimes *never.*
- Bobby Fine: Well, he's a hard worker.
- Lira: Mm. He's an idiot, caro. How do you say, a sicko... sicko-path.
- Bobby Fine: A *psychopath.*
- Lira: Psychopath.
- [chuckles]
- Lira: You, professore... you are a man.
- [flips over to lie in his lap]
- Bobby Fine: I'd like to think so.
- guy in street: [to young black woman wearing those see-through jeans] Hey, baby, I'd like to wash your windshield!