Alfie, Vinnie, and Spots
So full of yourself, Alfie. But I’m glad you’re okay. I’m sorry.
How gentlemanly of you. Be wise, some girl might actually fall for it.
Come on, stop apologizing. Nothing you could have done.
You mean fall for me? Ha, I doubt that. There isn’t a girl out there that knows me well enough to do that. Well, except you and Alessia, maybe, but Alessia is my aunt and you’re my best friend.
C-c-car accident? Oh my God. A-a-are you okay? I should’ve been here. Shit. I’m so sorry, Alfie.
Oh, don’t play me like that, player.
Hey, no need to be shaken up. I’m fine. Look at me; I’m a hot ass cripple. Aside from my leg itching like I’ve got an STD, you know, I’m fine.
Okay, I flirt but I’d never play with a girl’s heart.
Stripp- Alfie! [She playfully pushed his face, making sure it didn’t hurt him.]
Cast…? Why do you have a cast? What happened? Woah, that’s a whole load of kisses there.
Don’t make me blush, Alfredo.
[Laughing, he held his face in mock pain.] I was in a car accident a few months ago. Wasn’t that big of a deal. Oh, those? Yeah, well wishes from a few friends.
Why not, it’s cute?
I went to Sardinia. I bought you back little things. How are you, hmm? How’s Vinnie?
You look — great.
Sardinia. Wow. Aw, little? I was hoping you brought back a Mediterranean stripper. Eh, well, we’re making it. You like my cast? [He lifts up his leg to reveal a cast covered in lipstick kisses and signatures.]
Well, thanks. You look pretty good yourself, but that’s nothing new.
Alfie!
[She pulls her best friend into a hug.] I missed you so much.
Missed you too, dolcezza. Where you been, huh?
b i t c h e s.
