- Pochola: Your father will come, Rocío.
- Rocío Luzón: No, he won't, but don't worry. The donation will arrive punctual. He has a very eficacious secretary. "Dear Mrs. Rocío, it is my pleasure to attach the amount you asked for in your missive of Year this, Month that. Your father is very sorry but he won't be able to attend the cute party. His artistic agenda force him to stay by that date in Boston... or Stockholm... or Hell!"
- Monja #2: That's the only place where I think no one would applaud him. And you...
- Monja: ...you mustn't wish for your father to fail.
- Rocío Luzón: You're wrong, sister. Sometimes I wish for everyone to turn their backs on him and abandon him so that... so that he starts needing me and comes looking for me.
- María Ibáñez: Don't wait for him, Rocío!
- Monja #2: What are you saying?
- María Ibáñez: Your father won't come. They don't care about us at all. They didn't pay attention to me either. They yelled...
- Monja #2: Quiet...
- María Ibáñez: ...they shouted, as if I didn't exist. And when I begged at them, they stared at me with hatred.
- Monja #2: All your classmates are listening to you and...
- María Ibáñez: I don't care! That way, they'll know better what they have and will thank God because their parents are different.
- Pochola: Right, mine are different
- [makes weird gestures]
- Pochola: totally different. They never argued. But maybe that's because my father is a Captain sailor merchant and hasn't arrived to a Spanish dock since the year 1940.
- Monja: But Pochola... have you gone nuts? What are you saying? Your father is a Property Registrar in Caceres.
- Pochola: If I can take a little bit of bitterness out of these two idiots, I could turn my father into a tamer of hysterical beasts. With pleasure!
- [Pochola pushes Rocío and María's heads against each other and makes them crash loudly, both girls start laughing in pain]