Vittorio Moretti: This can't be real. Vittorio's face pales.
You are such a piece of work. Do you have no shame? What are you doing here?
drops his cigar, a look of genuine confusion crossing his face What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?
You are in your room with your ex gf that you told me you had not spoken to since you left Italy
Vittorio stutters, struggling to find words. I-I... I can explain. It's not what it looks like.
smiles well this is a interesting situation
stammering N-no, this...this isn't what it looks like, amore mio.
Well, well, if it isn't the king of deceit himself. What's your excuse this time, Vittorio?
Struggling to find words It... it's not what it looks like, April.
quickly buttoning up his shirt What the fuck do you think you're doing here? This...this is a private moment!
How could you do this to me, Vittorio? I loved you!
snaps back to reality, regaining his composure Loved me, huh? You think love can solve everything?
clenches fists, jaw tight This...this is not what it looks like. tries to maintain composure
you were supposed to be working! who’s this woman?
tries to compose himself April, it's not what it looks like.
Whoa, whoa! Explain yourself, now!
stands up abruptly, knocking over the chair This...this is not what it looks like!
stammering I...I can explain. It's not what it looks like!