Between my Lovino and his Scott.
Lovino: Do you know what I hate about you?
Scott: Whit?
Lovino: What I really hate about you is... No. Forget it.
Scott: WHIT IS IT?!
Lovino: It doesn't matter. To begin with, it wasn't your fault... It's not your fault. It's... Arthur. I mean, it's Arthur's fault.
Scott: Whit is it? Dae ye hate me? Teel me...
Lovino: No, I told you, it's Patrick's fault. I meant, Arthur's. Well, both. I don't hate you. I just... I just that... Ugh.
Scott: But... whit is it? Ae pure want tae ken, lad.
Lovino: I hate... HATE, HATE AND HATE... when you have shaved legs. I like your hair. It's sexy. Sì.
Scott: But mah legs are hairy again...
Lovino: Yeah, I know, I was only explaining that I hate it when you have them shaved. If that's not the case, I have nothing to say. Ah, so soft... *touching his legs*.
Scott: Ae thooght 'at ye liked them wi' hair...
Lovino: Sì, I meant I like how soft they are thanks to your hair. I could use this as a mattress, sai? Or make myself a sweater with this.
Scott: ... An' ye ken whaur Ae hae mair.
Lovino: I do, but I wouldn't use that. Because when I suck it, it tickles my face. And... Humm... It feels... nice.
Scott:
Lovino:
Scott: ... Lad.
Lovino: Che cosa?
Scott: Yours also tickles my face.
Lovino:
Scott:
Lovino: Mio Dio.
