Um dia vou aprender a manejar uma Hattori Hanzo!

Ele: hmm... I feel like we should fight. I don't think I'd lose, but I want to.
Do you travel much? We must buy pistols and duel at dawn on some isolated beach.

Ela: Can we fight with swords?! Aveiro is very near from Porto... we can duel there!

Ele: I suppose you have every right to choose your weapon. Being a woman, of course you'd go for swords, though daggers make for much more of an intimate fight. Such colours (and the mathematics and the music and especially the purple finger nails) make me suspect some form of purity in your soul. I suppose this makes you lethal in all things of love and hate? All the same, I believe myself the hardest thing to kill under both sun and moon.

(pausa)

Sounds like the skies above Porto will be eclipsed soon by the red flower of our clash. Vinho verde on a table by the river, sparkling off the light of the water, verdant Greens both of them, await my Victory. A fierce day, the sun brilliant and Orange, much too hot for vinho tinto: your heavy Purples will lurk hiding in the wine cellars beneath the city, while my Orange banner flies in the sky.

Ela: Um dia vou aprender a manejar uma Hattori Hanzo!