“Berto, listen to me. Do not take the truffle for yourself. I did not marry a monster.” “You married a man with ambition, and you couldn’t handle my commitment to my art, so you gave up on me and filed for divorce,” he seethes. “Don’t you dare tell me who I married! I fell in love with simple ribollita you, not lobster-boiled-in-LSD you, you pompous cretin!” “Pina, this art is who I am; you know it better than anyone, and when you talk like this, what you are saying is that you don’t love who I truly am!”
