- Amaia: Rafa puts me in a fucking foul temper! He's so cocky, so over the top... His terrible jokes drive me mad, and when he calls me "my soul", and that obsession with buying deodorants in sets of six... and waking me every morning with Sevillian songs... How could I not love him?
- Koldo: Catalan is a language? But you can understand it! Euskera is a proper language, totally fucking unintelligible. Or German, that's fucked up too. Languages with balls. The others are just silly.
- Joaquín: First the Basque Provinces, now Catalonia. If she goes to Cuba, will you be in a tracksuit all day?
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- Koldo: Aupá!
- Merche: [hands Koldo an envelope] This came for you... So you were just going for two months, Koldo. At home the migas I made for you are waiting. I don't know how good they'll be.
- Koldo: I wanted to tell you, but I kept putting it off, txiki, and you know I like to be alone sometimes.
- Merche: We were doing great, and you go out on your boat? How do I get you to retire the Sabino? Do I have to grow scales?
- Koldo: Look on the bright side. I brought a stack of tuna for pickling.