Here is an example from ”Where´s the Book?” from 2014.
Sign: In, singing.
Dott: Signora, my most adorable honey-pie! Welcome up on the stage, my little crumb of cake.
Sign: Hi to you, slouch.
Dott: I have talked to Pantalone today.
Sign: About my grace?
Sign: About my beauty?
Sign: About my loveliness?
Sign: Talking rubbish then. So? What did you talk about?
Dott: We were disguising our little sweet daughter Doralice.
Sign: The teenage varmint?
Dott: Yes… and about Pantalone’s son…
Sign: Well, who is that?
Dott: His name is Flavio and he is a young handsome man.
Sign: One of those little striplings with an adorable style and charm?
Dott: Something like that, yes.
Sign: And a little cute butt maybe?
Dott: Maybe that…
Sign: A stud in in heat with a distension…
Dott: Well, well, well, We were talking about marriage.
Sign: Big sigh
Dott: But what is the matter with you, my little fair sugarplum?
Sign: It doesn’t work. There will be no marriage.
Dott: Why not?
Sign: I am a virtuous woman.
Dott: Great laughter
Sign: I am already married with you, you bookworm
Dott: But it is Doralice how will marry.
Sign: How come that little brat always taking the best bites…
Dott: But just think about the wedding feast, the entertainments, the buffet, the wines, the deserts…
Sign: Well, at least we will get rid of that gross teenage slut out of the house.
Dott: I thought a ceremony were I, in the capacity of the effeminate consort’s masculine parent, solemnize the plaintiffs’ claims…
Sign: Idiot! You shall marry them together.
Dott: Well, then I just have to pass our condolences and take a last farewell…
Sign: Imbecile! They are marrying!
Dott: Is it that important?
Sign: Yes, it is! You will have to read from your book.
Dott: The marriageofficial handbook – off course!
Sign: If you don’t get that puberty bitch out of the house immediately you will be sorry you ever was born! Exit