Scusi mia bella*, but it runs in the blood of all Italians to be skillful lovers. So you have to get used to this.

You can't push me away, mio cuore. You can't!

I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay.

A brave girl! And a unique one. The best that I have ever met in my life.

You're very naive and innocent, and don't understand a lot of things yet.

I swear I won't touch you even with a finger until you ask me yourself.

Don't be shy, dear. I'm too old for you to be embarrassed by me.

The words of men cannot be trusted, especially men like you!

If you go on touching me, I’ll catch fire before your eyes.

I cannot believe that you're still a girl. Your kisses don’t seem that innocent. They are driving me crazy.

I’m giving pleasure to you. Don’t interfere.

Forget everything that surrounds you. Think that there’s just you and me in this wide world.

I think the word ‘pleasure’ is unknown to you. More precisely, its practical meaning.

You are like a narcotic plant.

If your parents left you, it doesn’t mean that other people will also do it to you.

Stop smiling as if I’ve been acquainted with you for ages!

Everyone thinks to the extent of their own depravity.

If you were three times poor, I would still have paid attention to you and fell head over heels in love with you.

I need only you, Milano, not your money.

It's just like in a Brazilian serial! Destiny has brought us together.

I'm afraid that if we move on to such topics, I won't be able to let you go safe and sound.

And you haven’t got a ‘pause’ button, have you? You are just uncontrollable!