It's a-me, Renzo!
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Come on, pal, don't be shy, I don't bite... forse.
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Nothing personal, va bene? You are just in my way.
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Listen, I don't have time for this. Just give up already.
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Damn. I hate hitting high-schoolers!
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Wait! What does it mean you are twenty-two?!
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Huh... cutie? I think you're too young for me.
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You know, I find it hard to dislike you.
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Arms or not, I find you beautiful, dolcezza!
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Your beauty is not tarnished by your handicap...
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Hey, bella! What about having a sushi together?
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Fin or not, you are gorgeous, sweetie. What about a date?
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Your name is Italian, but you definitely aren't. Something to hide, bellezza?
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You were at my brother's funeral...
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You should tell me more about Alessandro.
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What's your business with the Rubecca family?
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Why don't you stop being so aggressive?
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What does it mean that you are in love with your sister?!
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Dark skin, red eyes, nice curves. You are a perfect match for me
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Wait... are you seriusoly uninterested in men?!
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You like flowers, I like flowers. Shall we go on a date?
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I've always loved kimonos. And umbrellas. Especially with flowers.
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Oh, my God! Is that body painting?!
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Never seen a skin so dark. What's your secret, pupa?
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Beating up girls is against my principles, but you are... unnerving.
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I swear, this HAS to be proof of my bad luck.
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I've never liked wolves, or even wolf-chicks.
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Lunarossa? Like that far right nut that founded La Legione?
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You are... that Mono? I thought you were different!
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I'm not, definitely, absolutely interested in you, sorry!
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W... what? When they told me "cat girl"... I didn't think about THIS!
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What the Hell?! SERIOUSLY?!
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Glitches, glitches on the wall...
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No, please. This is just a big joke.
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It's game over, man! Game over!
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A freakin' mutant lizard... with a minigun?!
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Huh, are you... a Daevka? Like the ones in New Langdon?
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I'd rather take a hundred obnoxious cat girlfriends than dealing with you.
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Stop! Clawing! At me!
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I've had enough of your howls!
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Guess I should call an ambulance...
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And, signore e signori... another one bites the dust!
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If you just wanted a quiet life, that was not a great start.
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That was a damn, dirty trap!
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I... huh, have a train to catch. See you... maybe.
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Listen, there's a restaurant here around and...
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You surely are stronger than most girls I've dated.
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Now, for that date...
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Don't be sad, bella! We could have some fun together!
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Your manners are rude, Miss Husler.
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If you know something about Alessandro, it's time to tell me.
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Your sister was much nicer.
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You are a bit too aggressive for my tastes.
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Such a waste of beauty...
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I'm not going to give up on you!
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I don't want to have anything to do with you!
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That's not black paint. That's something... strange.
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I don't like your idea of fashion.
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Your designs are outdated! Get some new ideas!
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Look, I'm fabulous!
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Fatto! Now, just disappear, you mock-up!
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Sorry, amico, but your look was totally out.
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You're such a weirdo...
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Hey, is this the best you've got?
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Guess I should call an ambulance...
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Just give up! You don't have any idea of style.
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You REALLY aren't sixteen? Seriously?
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A twenty-something girl who looks like a teenager...
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Okay, age of consent aside, I would feel quite bad...
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That was Renzo's style!
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May I hit on you, pupa?
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Your legs are magnificent.
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Avanti, is it the best you've got?
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For your information, I'm NOT a teenager.
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Speaking of which, that fin of yours is cool!
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How can I trust you?
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You are too suspicious.
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I can't take you seriously.
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Stop being so stubborn!
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Why can't we be at least friends?
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Stabbing someone you just met isn't a nice welcome.
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Seriously, you are hot.
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I can make you change your mind.
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Your sister isn't all your world, pupa!
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You are someway... disturbing.
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I... I would never go on a date with you.
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Y... you know that you are REALLY creepy?
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Keep your paws off me!
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My style is better than yours.
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Sumo and ninjutsu can nothing against Renzo's style!
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I can't really stand your face.
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You're pretty stupid, ain't you?
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You should kill the guy who did your hair.
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