Italo Bombolini: It s nice to have a hot meal before you die.
Rosa Bombolini: You aren t going to die.
Italo Bombolini: I m the mayor, no? The Germans come. I greet them. They threaten me! I spit in their face! They put a pistol to my head and blow out my brains!
Rosa Bombolini: Why would they put a pistol to your head? The whole world knows Bombolini s brains are in his ass.