- Agrado: Well, as I was saying, it costs a lot to be authentic, ma'am. And one can't be stingy with these things because you are more authentic the more you resemble what you've dreamed of being.
- Manuela: My friend and her husband with the tits set up a bar here, on the Barceloneta. He spent the day in a tiny bikini, screwing everything he could, and giving her a hard time if she wore a bikini or even a miniskirt. The bastard! How could anyone act so macho with a pair of tits like that?
- Agrado: Just don't disappear again. I like to say good-bye to the people I love, even if it's only to cry my eyes out, bitch.
- Huma Rojo: There are people who think that children are made in a day. But it takes a long time, a very long time. That's why it's so awful to see your child's blood on the ground. A stream that flows for a minute yet costs us years. When I found my son, he was lying in the middle of the street. I soaked my hands in his blood and I licked them. Because it was mine. Animals lick their young, don't they? I'm not disgusted by my son. You don't know what it's like. In a monstrance of glass and topaz. I would put the earth soaked by his blood.
- Manuela: Apart from the tits, the husband hadn't changed that much; so, she ended up accepting him. Women will do anything to avoid being alone.
- Sister María Rosa Sanz: Women are more tolerant, but that's good.
- Manuela: We're assholes and a bit lesbo.
- Sister María Rosa Sanz: Why do you dislike Lola so much?
- Manuela: Lola's got the worst of a man and the worst of a woman.
- Huma Rojo: Success has got no taste or smell. And when you get used to it, it's as if it didn't exist.
- Manuela: I'll tell you a story. I had a friend who got married very young. After a year, her husband went to work in Paris and he was to call her when he got settled. Two years passed. The husband saved some money and came to Barcelona to open a bar. She came here to join him. Two years isn't a long time, but the husband had changed.
- Sister María Rosa Sanz: He didn't love her anymore.
- Manuela: The change was more physical. He'd gotten a pair of tits that were bigger than hers.
- Agrado: The street's getting worse here every day. The whores were bad enough, but the drag queens are wiping us out. I can't stand the drag queens. They're sleaze bags. They confuse transvestism with a circus. Worse, with mime! A woman is her hair, her nails, lips for sucking or for bitching. I mean, have you ever seen a bald woman? I can't stand them. They're all sleaze bags!
- Agrado: Oh, what a surprise! Three single girls in an empty house always reminds me of "How To Marry A Millionaire."
- Agrado: I took her in. She was in a bad way. As usual, with all the shit she takes. I came back from working the Field all night and she'd cleaned the place out. Watches, jewelry, '70s magazines that were my inspiration. 300,000 pesetas. What hurt most was she took a statue of the Virgin that my mother gave me. What for? She doesn't believe in anything! Unless she's in a satanic sect and wanted it for some ritual.
- Madre de Rosa: How dare you bring a whore here!
- Sister María Rosa Sanz: It isn't easy to find help who'll put up with you.
- Madre de Rosa: But a whore!
- Sister María Rosa Sanz: That's no reason to be so rude.
- Madre de Rosa: I don't like strangers to see me forging Chagalls.
- Madre de Rosa: I don't know what I did wrong with Rosa. Ever since she was born, she's been like an alien.
- Sister María Rosa Sanz: I doubt there are many drag queens in El Salvador; but, they're in the middle of a war.
- Agrado: Yeah? I didn't know that.
- Sister María Rosa Sanz: I'm replacing some nuns who were murdered.
- Agrado: I'm not sure what I need right now is a war.
- Agrado: To do that to me, with all she owes me! Since we met in Paris 20 years ago, I've been like a sister to her. We got our tits together.
- Esteban: "Music for Chameleons". How did you know I wanted it?
- Manuela: I know you like Capote.
- Esteban: Read me something, like when I was little.
- Manuela: "Preface. I started writing when I was eight."
- Esteban: See? I'm not the only one.
- Manuela: "I didn't know that I had chained myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip - and the whip is intended only for self-flagellation." That's enough to put you off writing.
- Esteban: Don't be lame. It's a wonderful preface.