Dialogue for TCM Silent Scene

Someone asked me to share the dialoge from my subtitles of the pre-marriage party scene that was broadcast without sound on TCM.

G: Various unnamed guests at the party
M: Marcello
I: Italo
C: Ceniallia (Blind fascist trouble maker who gets into fight)


G: Music please.

G: Congratulations!

G: Cheers to the bridegroom!

G: Congratulations!

G: What about the ceremony?

G: Where's the bride?

G: Let's have a toast.

G: A toast to all those still single.

M: This is a gathering of the closed minded.

I: Everyone wanted to meet you.

G: That was just a tray falling.

G: It's a sign of good fortune, you know.

G: A toast to good fortune!

I: Everyone's over sensitive.

I: It's upsetting when there's someone who can see.

I: Come on, forgive me.

M: It's my duty to go on this mission.

I: That's good.

M: It's thanks to your introduction. I'm grateful.

I: Those guys listen to me.

C: Come on let's have some music.

C: More music.

C: Now play a little ditty …

C: from el Duce's bedroom.

C: There was a loud grown …

I: That's enough.

I: Ceniallia.

I: Where are you?

I: You did it again, didn't you.

I: Haven't learned your lesson yet.

I: Better not cry.

G: I want to play a new foxtrot by Maestro de Learie.

M: How do you feel about working for the secret police?

M: I think I've finally become the normal person that -

M: I was talking to you about before.

M: What does a "normal person" mean to you?

I: A normal person?

I: For me a normal person …

I: is someone who glances at the behind of a beautiful woman who is passing.

I: It's not just yourself looking -

I: but it's knowing that 5 or 6 others are doing the same thing.

I: I'm satisfied …

I: I'm satisfied knowing that there are others like me.

I: I like crowded beaches. I like soccer games …

M: And I like military parades.

I: I enjoy people like myself.

I: I'm wary of people who are different.

I: For me a normal person is someone who's …

I: a true brother, a true citizen,

I: a true patriot …

M: a true fascist!

I: Why are we friends?

I: The two of us …

I: are different from others,

I: because we are special animals.

I: Marcello.

I: Where are you?

I: Do you agree with my musings?

I: You have to agree.

I: I'm never wrong.

(camera pans to Italo’s shoes, one black, one brown)