- [first lines]
- Frentista: Mornin'. Fill 'er up?
- Marcelo Alves: Fill 'er up... but what's up with that?
- [notices a corpse by the side of the road]
- Frentista: That was Sunday, this sumbitch tried to steal cans of oil and the night kid was here, and this guy rushed him with a big knife. Rivanildo - the night kid - put two bullets in him, one in the chest, one in the face. And he didn't get up no more.
- Marcelo Alves: So he's been there since Carnaval Sunday?
- Frentista: Yep... it was Sunday night, Monday mornin'. Rivanildo called the owners and so did I. No answer... cos of Carnaval, he's still there. Rivanildo hide off to hide and to celebrate Carnaval, left me alone. If I leave, I lose my job; if I stay, it's this stench... Started stinkin' yesterday. I'm almost used to it by now.
- Marcelo Alves: What about the police?
- Frentista: Yeah, right. They said they were too busy on account of Carnaval. Said they'd swing by Ash Wednesday to pick him up. Tomorrow's Ash Wednesday. Guess we'll see.
- Sebastiana: I spent the war in Italy. I went to study music, then things kept gettin' worse, and I just stayed. I couldn't get back. There I was a communist, later I was an anarchist... or the other way 'round. I saw some things I'll never forget, that I'll carry with me to my grave. I also did three things that I won't talk about, but I did'em. Time goes by, and I came back to Brazil and became a public servant in this fucking military government. Just sad, y'know? But life goes on, and I wanna say you guys have made me happy, just keep that in mind. This shit will pass, y'hear? A toast to everyone here, to my dear departed Andrea here, to my friend Geraldo - life's got its bad stuff, but it's got good too. To this woman whom I call Teresa Vitória, who's going to Sweden with Antonio, to Marcelo who is Armando, to Claudia who's Claudia and to Débora who is Débora, who I'm sure will grow up in a much better version of this country. A toast to Haroldo who's not Haroldo!
- Alexandre Nascimento: [Marcelo mimes a blow job act after witnessing a couple doing that while watching "The Omen" in the cinema] Oh, that's every single day.
- Euclides Cavalcanti: [Euclides notices Marcelo reading a newspaper about car accidents during Carnaval season] It'll be more than 100, you can bet on that.
- Marcelo Alves: More than 100 dead?
- Euclides Cavalcanti: Hell, yeah. Mornin'. You a cop?
- Marcelo Alves: No. How are you?
- Euclides Cavalcanti: Damn. Dude sure looks like a cop. Euclides Oliveira Cavalcanti, at your service.
- Marcelo Alves: Yes, sir. Marcelo.
- Euclides Cavalcanti: Marcelo what?
- Marcelo Alves: Uh... Marcelo Alves.