Made in Italy (2020)

Jack: So, you're not gonna talk to me then?
Robert: What would you like to talk about?
Jack: I don't know, the usual father-son stuff.
Robert: ... What are your views on anti-manga? Do you see it as art or pornography?

Jack: Oh, my god... I'm gonna wake up in a minute.
Robert: Things always look worse in the dark.

Jack: At least the view's quite good.
Robert: That's what you're calling one of the most spectacular convergences of nature ever, a view?
Jack: You haven't even looked at it.
Robert: Two cypress trees frame the composition subconsciously propelling the eye across the negative space toward the focal point of the perfectly central villa, all unified by these magnificent, undulating tuscan hills... Late afternoon, remember? The way the light hits those windows. It takes your breath away.

Kate: Rough translation, very doable. .... Again, and I'm paraphrasing here, not a problem. ...
Jack: Great news, couldn't be better?
Kate: You're a fast learner.

Robert: No, no, I've had enough of this. We're in Italy. The least we can do is have a decent meal.

Robert: What happened to dancing? The well-timed drink? The miracle of a chance encounter?
Jack: Well, now, they've got this algorithm that replaces chance with probability. So, you're less likely to be disappointed.
Robert: Oh, bullshit. Disappointment is an absolute certainty. Everyone lets everyone down at some point.

Natalia: Can I see it?
Robert: Okay, but remember, you'll hate it. People are no good at seeing themselves...
Natalia: Okay, I'm ready.
Robert: Once you get the eyes, you're basically there.

Robert: What did I always tell you? Don't even think about marriage until you're at least--
Jack: 35.
Robert: We guys don't have a clue who we are before then.
Jack: Wait, how old were you and mum before you guys got married?
Robert: 29, but sometimes there are different situations.

Robert: Um, you should know that what I'm about to say is not just because of how dismissive you have been of such a beautiful house or indeed my craft as a painter, although, let's face it, that didn't help. ... Sale's off. Time to go... What I'm trying to say is get the fuck out of my house.
Kate: Robert, please.
Robert: Sorry, get the fuck out of my house, please.

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