You didn’t. You married a Gucci.[Patrizia Reggiani: I had no idea I married a monster?]
I don’t love you. I don’t hate you, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you.[to Patrizia]
A story has a beginning and an end. And ours ended a few chapters ago.[to Patrizia]
We are products of our past but we don’t have to be prisoners of it. I don’t fear change. I embrace it.
These are your ghosts, not mine. These are your regrets.[to Rodolfo]
Sometimes you have to go down to come back up again.
Gucci is like that cake. Once you think there’s enough to go around, then you’ll have a taste, and then you’ll want more, and then you’ll want the whole thing for yourself.[to Patrizia]
