Elderly lady: “The Carnevale is finally coming... which troupe will take home the Laurel this time I wonder?”

Elderly sir: “Hmph, if I were that old lord, I would never allow my daughter to marry the son of my enemy... I'd rather stay on a deserted island.”

Elderly lady: “Why are you still going on about a performance from ten years ago? What are you trying to say? If I remember correctly, you were the first to agree to Silvia marrying that young lad, weren't you?”

Elderly sir: “Ahem, I was just venting.”