Iv·n:
How many men have you had to forget?

Pepa:
As many as the women you remember.

Pepa:
Follow that cab!

Cabdriver:
I thought this only happened in the movies.

Pepa:
Hello. I'm the mother of the notorious Crossroads Killer. When my son comes home after one of his famous crimes, his clothes are just filthy.

PolicÌa I:
Where are the clothes your son wore...

PolicÌa II:
At the time of the murder?

Pepa:
Right here. Sparkling clean.

PolicÌa I:
No trace of blood.

PolicÌa II:
Or guts.

PolicÌa I:
Unbelievable!

Pepa:
Ecce Homo. It's unbelievable.

Pepa:
You could have killed yourself!

Candela:
That was the idea. I'm desperate.

Pepa:
So am I, but I don't jump off terraces.

Candela:
I didn't know where to go. I couldn't face my folks. It's bad enough that I became a model.

Carlos:
What happened?

Pepa:
She fell asleep.

Candela:
So suddenly?

Pepa:
Yes. The strangest things can happen suddenly.

Paulina Morales:
She must turn herself in, go to jail, and let the jury decide her case.

Pepa:
I don't understand.

Paulina Morales:
She's committed a crime.

Pepa:
Her only crime was falling in love and being afraid. I'd do the same.

Paulina Morales:
I'm sure.

Candela:
Men keep taking advantage of me. I always realize it when it's too late. Look how the Arab world treated me. I sure didn't deserve that.

Pepa:
For two days everyone has been saying no to me. Now it's my turn to say no.

Pepa:
That lady is dangerous.

Cabdriver:
No lady's dangerous if you know how to handle her.

Paulina Morales:
You're weak, Ivan.

Iv·n:
Yes, sweetheart.

Paulina Morales:
Don't agree with me.

Iv·n:
But you're right.

Paulina Morales:
Sometimes I like to be wrong.

Pepa:
I'm sick of being good.

Ana:
I'm fed up. I'm gonna get myself some quick cash, buy myself his bike and split. With a bike, who needs a man?

Pepa:
Learning mechanics is easier than learning male psychology. You can figure out a bike, but you can never figure out a man.