- Lucía: Which do you prefer? Wild sex with a stranger? Or sex with someone you know, someone you love, but also wild?
- Lorenzo: What?
- Lucía: You have to choose. Wild sex with a stranger, or wild sex with someone who's crazy about you, and who you love? Go ahead. Be frank.
- Lorenzo: With you.
- Lucía: Finally...
- Pepe: [At Lorenzo's birthday party] Well, the baby girl was born in Madrid. But she was conceived on a beach, on an island, a night like tonight, with a stranger from Madrid. It was his birthday. If you write this well, it'll be the story of your life. And my birthday gift to you.
- Carlos: This really isn't an island.
- Lucía: It isn't?
- Carlos: It's a giant lid. A floating piece of earth. Like a raft.
- Lucía: But it isn't moving.
- Carlos: People get dizzy here during high tide. And no one knows why.
- Lucía: Except you.
- Carlos: I've dived underneath the whole island. It's totally hollow. Thousands of caves, but nothing else. Not a single rock connects it to the sea floor.