Patrizia Reggiani：It was a name that sounded so sweet, so seductive. Synonymous with wealth...style...power. You passed one of their windows and peeked inside,hoping you'd earn enough money someday to afford the second-cheapest item. Surprise! You won't.
Maurizio Gucci：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.
Aldo Gucci：Maurizio is your only son. He is your true legacy. You don't bring him back into the fold...I'm telling you...you'll only wind up being a bitter and lonely old man. That's what happens to all of us.
Aldo Gucci：When did you last touch him, huh? When did you last hug him? You don't touch anybody. You used to touch every once in a while, now you, what, touch yourself?
Where Ralph Lauren stores, they feel like movie sets, and Versace is a rock concert, Gucci stores will feel like the Vatican of fashion.
You go down to come back up again.
- The only wedding gift the Guccis gave us.
- Coupons.
- Who does he think he is?
- Well, a dinosaur posing as a butthole.
- I had no idea I married a monster.
- You didn't. You married a Gucci.