“Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.”

“I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.”

“I don't really care what people say about me. I'm fine with lies and rumors. It's the truth I don't want being told.”

“Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie underthem, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.”

“It would be a lie to say I don't care what people think of me, but it would be the truth to say it doesn't matter.”

“Ahhh-ahh! I'm so sorry! You were right! I am not the box of tomatoes fairies at all! It was all lies, lies, LIES! Please don't shoot me! I'm too young to die, and what if I don't die and but am just mortally wounded and forced to lie there in misery in a pool of my own blood?! Please, I'll do anything--well, I mean within reason-- I don't want to diiiiiiie!"-Italy's "I don't want to die" rant part one”