- Agostino's Mother: What am I thinking now?
- Agostino: You're thinking, thinking... that I love you.
- Agostino's Mother: That's what you think?
- Agostino: [kiss] Did I get it right, Mom?
- Agostino's Mother: Yes, you guessed right.
- Agostino's Mother: But you're hard, indeed, my child. My sad little boy. Come here! My love, come here.