We're all liars when it serves our purpose.
It's a cruel world, don't you think?
They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.
Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!