Mr. Rosso, we've got a job for you.

I don't know.

I'm kind of busy.

How does it feel to be the top bounty hunter of the Adriatic?

These pirates tell me that you got a pretty good reputation in this guy.

That American's gonna be trouble.

Something else, isn't he?

Fight me, pig.

One on one.

Forget it.

I'm off to Milan.

I've got an out-flying American named Kurz among the businesses in the toilet.

I've got just what you need.

I'm responsible for this plane and I want to do my first job right.

That cute little girl.

Porco, why did you turn into a pig?

All middle-aged men are pigs.

I repeat, we're coming for you, Porco Rosso.

You want to fight Porco honorably?

Then you fight him in the sky.

I'm a pig.

I don't fight for honor.

I fight for a paycheck.

But if you keep acting so pig-headed, you're gonna end up dead.

Porco!

Is Porco Rosso dead or alive?

Good question.

Gina, come to Hollywood with me.

Come and get it, cowboy.

Why, you crazy pig.

How are you ever going to break that stupid curse on you, Marco?

Seaplane pilots are the most honorable and trustworthy fighters in the world.

Every time they fly, both the ocean and the sky purify their hearts.

Come home, will you?

Sorry, baby.

Gotta fly.

Farewell to freedom in the Adriatic and to days of wild abandon.

What is that, Shakespeare?

No, it's Porco.

See you later.

So long.