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[REPORTERS] Not sincr Charlie Chaplin Has there ever been a film Director Like this [FIRST REPORTER] Mrs. Comtini, is there any truth to the rumor that your marriage is in jeopardy? [LUISA] None whatsoever. My husband makes movies. To make them he lives a kind of dream In which his actions aren't always What they seem. He may be on to some unique romantic Theme. Some men catch fish, some men tie Flies, Some earn their living baking bread. My husband, he goes a little crazy Making movies instead. My husband spins fantasies, He lives them, then gives them to you All. When he was working on the film on Ancient Rome, He made the slave girls take the Gladiators home. Some men buy stocks, some men punch Clocks, Some leap where others dare to tread. My husband as author and director, Makes up stories in his head. Guido Contini, Luisa Contini, Number one genius and number one fan, Guido Contini, Luisa Contini, Daughter of well-to-do Florentine Clan, Long ago, twenty years ago, Once the names were Guido Contini, Luisa Del Forno, Actress with dreams and a life of her Own, Passionate, wild and in love on Livorno, Singing with Guido all night on the Phone. Long ago, someone else ago, how he Needs me so, And he'll be the last to know it. My husband makes movies. To make them, he makes himself Obsessed. He goes for weeks on end without a Bit of rest, No other way can he achiev his level Best. Some men read books, some shine their shoes, Some retire early when they've seen The evening news. My husband only rarely comes to bed, My husband makes movies instead, My husband...makes movies... [FIRST REPORTER] Thank you very much, Mrs. Contini.
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