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Good day, Don Calogero! Good day, signor Mayor!
The voting box, signor Mayor...
Into the polling station... hurry up!
Listen, Don Calogero, would you explain to us...
how in this plebiscite only gentlemen may vote.
Well, that's the electoral list... not my doing. It's the law... it's democracy.
He who owns nothing has no say. It's that way all over the world.
So, Don Calogero, if that donkey were mine, I could vote. Is that right?
Yes, but since it's your boss Pasquale Trepi's, he can vote... and you can't. That's the law.
So, in a way, it's the *** that's voting.
Listen, Don Calogero, we're salt-of-the-earth people. We can't read or write...
We don't care about this new Italy being made... this new King. But the land...
I know! But first it must get made... this Italy. It's why we fought a revolution.
Then we'll make the laws, and you'll get the land. But you'll get it because you waited.
Not like those Cirgenti who took it by force, and today rot in the galleys!
Even Prince Salina, a gentleman, will vote 'yes' for Italy.