Sra. Sofía: We are alone. No matter what they tell you, we women are always alone.
Cleo: I like being dead.
Benita: Mountains are old, but they're still green.
Cleo: I didn't want her.
Sra. Sofía: What?
Cleo: I didn't want her.
Sra. Sofía: They're ok.
Cleo: I didn't want her to be born.
Sra. Sofía: We love you so much, Cleo. Right?
Cleo: Poor little thing.
Fermín: And I started drinking, and then huffing. I was dying. But then I discovered martial arts. And everything came into focus. Just like when you look at me.
Paco: So that kid was throwing water balloons at cars that were driving by. Then an army jeep drove by, the kid throws a balloon at it, the soldier gets mad, he gets out and shoots him.
Cleo: Oh God! Is he OK?
Paco: He shot him in the head. He's dead.
Cleo: How awful!
Pepe: Why is Cleo crying?
Sra. Sofía: She has a tummy ache.
Pepe: [Gently rubbing Cleo's stomach] Pain, pain, go away, I don't want this pain to stay.
Pepe: When I was older, I used to be a sailor. But I drowned in a storm. The waves were huge!
Cleo: [Looking with concern at the water] Sofi! Paco! Near the shore!
Pepe: It was dark and there was lightning and I didn't know how to swim.
Pepe: Mom, Daddy stepped on dog poo!
Sra. Sofía: And if your mom asks when you'll be back?
Sr. Antonio: I'll call her. Where's my brown tie?
Sra. Sofía: I'll ask Cleo.
Sr. Antonio: This house is a mess. The fridge is full of empty cartons and there's dog crap everywhere.
Sra. Sofía: What happened?
[to Sofi]
Sra. Sofía: Are you OK my love?
Sofi: Cleo saved us.
Sra. Sofía: [to Cleo] Thank you. Thank you.
Sra. Sofía: We love you so much, Cleo. We love you so, so much.
