the famous renzo , in a beige pigiamino that i would not even have worn under torture , he/she read a newspaper of gossip while mr. mario , beautiful comfort in the bed , did n't seem then i know '' tanned '' as you/he/she had insinuated the giant quail that , entrance , has not missed hardly to underline : you look at mr. mario , you/he/she has as to find her/it his/her nephew !