精彩对白

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.
[Pepa holds up a bloody shirt. The police arrive]
PolicÌa I: Where are the clothes your son wore...
PolicÌa II: At the time of the murder?
[Pepa takes a clean shirt out of the dryer]
Pepa: Right here. Sparkling clean.
PolicÌa I: No trace of blood.
PolicÌa II: Or guts.
PolicÌa I: Unbelievable!
[Pepa holds up a box of detergent]
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.
PolicÌa I: What's going on?
Pepa: Nothing. Just discussing the lady's dress.
Candela: [in tears] It's awful!
Carlos: It's only a dress.
Candela: But it's awful!