Alba RohrwacherQuotes

Young Joe: [''Daughters bring water bottles to hiker couple''] Thank you!

Female Hiker and Young Leda: [''Young Leda embraces Female Hiker's head, kisses her cheek and hugs her''] Ciao.

Female Hiker: [''Speaking Italian''] Would you give me something of yours to read?

Young Leda: Something of mine?

Female Hiker: Yes, your work.

Young Leda: Yes, of course. How are his daughters doing? Are they okay?

Female Hiker: Not daughters. They're boys.

Young Leda: Hmm.

Young Joe: You guys, uh, look like you've been going a while.

Male Hiker: Yes. Since April. Amazing.

Female Hiker: Grazie. (Thanks)

Young Joe: Can I ask, how old are you?

Male Hiker: Forty-two.

Young Joe: [''Chuckles''] Oh, my God. Life is so different without kids.

Male Hiker: [[w:London|London] I have kids. I have three kids. Twelve, nine and seven. They are in ] with their mother.

Young Leda: So you ran away together?

Male Hiker: I guess we did.

Female Hiker: Yes, we did. Hmm. We are obliged to do so many stupid things. From childhood, even.

Young Leda: Obliged?

Female Hiker: Yes. What happened to us is the only thing that's happened to me since I was born that makes sense.

Young Leda and Female Hiker: [''[[w:Italian|Singing in Italian; ''Leda sustains note''; ''Female hiker chuckles and clinks glass with Young Leda with Young Joe clapping''] E prima di uscire (and before going out) da questa santa porta (from this holy door) proviama un'altra volta (try it another time) su e giu per il (up and down the...) cammin...! (...path)

Female Hiker: [''Young Leda reaches over to hug the female hiker hug and kisses her''] Brava, brava! (good, good) Your Italian is so beautiful!

Young Leda: Oh.

Female Hiker: So feminine!

Young Joe: Leda's the most extraordinary scholar of modern Italian literature.

Young Leda: Jesus, Joe. I studied translation, yeah. And comparative literature.

Female Hiker: What are you working on?

Young Leda: Uh... I'm barely working.

Young Joe: [[w:W. B. Yeats|Yeats translation] Uh, she's working on a ]

Male Hiker: Yeats?!

Young Leda: No.

Male Hiker: [''gestures using Bianca's hands''] In Italian? That's... that is like chocolate on chocolate!

Young Joe: Huh?

Bianca: [''Clandestinely''] Il gelo dell'ala sorta cade lungo il mio corpo

Female Hiker: [''Bianca plays with female hiker's hair''] Wow. Wow.

Male Hiker: What is that?

Bianca: Don't know.

Young Leda: It's Auden. "Chill of the crooked wing falls down along my body". It's ridiculous. It's just something I taught them.

Female Hiker: [''Extends hand to Young Leda who embraces it''; ''Chuckles''] È bello. Brava. Wow.