Iv·n:
How many men have you had to forget?
Pepa:
As many as the women you remember.
Pepa:
Follow that cab!
Cabdriver:
I thought this only happened in the movies.
Pepa:
Hello. I'm the mother of the notorious Crossroads Killer. When my son comes home after one of his famous crimes, his clothes are just filthy.
[Pepa holds up a bloody shirt. The police arrive]
PolicÌa I:
Where are the clothes your son wore...
PolicÌa II:
At the time of the murder?
[Pepa takes a clean shirt out of the dryer]
Pepa:
Right here. Sparkling clean.
PolicÌa I:
No trace of blood.
PolicÌa II:
Or guts.
PolicÌa I:
Unbelievable!
[Pepa holds up a box of detergent]
Pepa:
Ecce Homo. It's unbelievable.
Pepa:
You could have killed yourself!
Candela:
That was the idea. I'm desperate.
Pepa:
So am I, but I don't jump off terraces.
Candela:
I didn't know where to go. I couldn't face my folks. It's bad enough that I became a model.
Carlos:
What happened?
Pepa:
She fell asleep.
Candela:
So suddenly?
Pepa:
Yes. The strangest things can happen suddenly.
Paulina Morales:
She must turn herself in, go to jail, and let the jury decide her case.
Pepa:
I don't understand.
Paulina Morales:
She's committed a crime.
Pepa:
Her only crime was falling in love and being afraid. I'd do the same.
Paulina Morales:
I'm sure.
Candela:
Men keep taking advantage of me. I always realize it when it's too late. Look how the Arab world treated me. I sure didn't deserve that.
Pepa:
For two days everyone has been saying no to me. Now it's my turn to say no.
Pepa:
That lady is dangerous.
Cabdriver:
No lady's dangerous if you know how to handle her.
Paulina Morales:
You're weak, Ivan.
Iv·n:
Yes, sweetheart.
Paulina Morales:
Don't agree with me.
Iv·n:
But you're right.
Paulina Morales:
Sometimes I like to be wrong.
Pepa:
I'm sick of being good.
Ana:
I'm fed up. I'm gonna get myself some quick cash, buy myself his bike and split. With a bike, who needs a man?
Pepa:
Learning mechanics is easier than learning male psychology. You can figure out a bike, but you can never figure out a man.
PolicÌa I:
What's going on?
Pepa:
Nothing. Just discussing the lady's dress.
Candela:
[in tears] It's awful!
Carlos:
It's only a dress.
Candela:
But it's awful!