I blame you for my addiction to bad music.
Me?
Yes, you. You stupid Bieber-loving fool.
Baby, baby, baby, nooooooo!
Shut your mouth.
When you smile, I smile!
I'm not smiling.
I just need somebody to love...
Oh, come ere' you big douche.
Now that's the Casey I know.
You're such an asshole.
Love me, love me, say that you love me.
I hate you.
No. Like this: I love you, Andrew Callahan.
Fuck you.
Oh, Casey Morgan, you're a girl after my own heart.
You stupid Irish bastard.
Oh, and tis' Morgan not Irish?
You're ridiculous.
What's the matter with you today, love?
Nothing, just drop the accent.
Say that you love me first.
I love you.
Louder please, dahhlin'.
I'll not say it louder.
Oh, yes love, I think you will be doin' jus' that.
You're incorrigble.
And you're beautiful when you're angry.
Damn it, Andrew.
Ahh hemm.
I LOVE YOU FRANCIS ANDREW CALLAHAN!
Oh, there you go embarressing me with the Francis-ing! Course you can never do anything how I'd like.
Oh hush, you big wanker.
No, I won't be persauded you, gypsy!
Fine then, I take it back.
Now don't go sayin' things like that. Don't be silly now, my love! You can't take things like that back.
I know, I was only playin'. Surely you must know that I do love you more than anything.
You bloody Americans, always putting us Irish between hard places and rocks.
You don't want to love me?
Oh, you're a sharp one my love, so don't be sayin' foolish things such as that. O'course I want to love you. Tis' just I don't know how to.