Cristina: Oh my God, this guy is so interesting.
Vicky: Interesting? Are you kidding? What's so interesting? He wants to get us both into bed. You know, but, he'll settle for either and, in this case, you.
Cristina: Vicky, I'm a big girl, okay. If I want to sleep with him, I will. If not, I won't.
Vicky: Christina, he's a total stranger. This is impulsive, even for you. And, if I heard right, he was violent with his wife!
Cristina: Well, at least he's not one of those factory-made zombies.
Maria Elena: You'll always seek to duplicate what we had. You know it.
Julio: What do you hear of Maria Elena?
Juan Antonio: Eh, Maria Elena. Maria Elena's still living with the architect in Madrid.
Julio: That woman was the best. I still have erotic dreams about her, at my age.
Juan Antonio: She also loved you very much, Papa.
Vicky: You said you were looking at my face. Why?
Juan Antonio: Why were you looking at mine?
Vicky: Was I?
Juan Antonio: You probably saw my tears.
Vicky: Yeah. I'm a little out of control.
Juan Antonio: I was looking at your face because I find it very
beautiful.
Vicky: You do?
Juan Antonio: Of course, I do. Of course, I do. And you know I do.
[kiss]
Juan Antonio: We never had a chance to say a proper goodbye.
Vicky: Oh, well, you could have called me.
Juan Antonio: I - yeah - I debated it. But, I didn't think there was much point.
Vicky: Yeah, but, you never phoned. Not to say - anything. I mean, "thank you, it was fun." You don't make love to someone and
then never call them unless you were greatly disappointed.
Juan Antonio: Quite the opposite. But, you have plans to marry and I thought it best to stop anything before it lead to a bad situation for everyone.
Vicky: Yeah, well, I'm only saying that we made love and you seemed to drop off the face of the earth. I mean, I realize these things don't
mean much to you.
Juan Antonio: To pursue matters would have only caused you anxiety and for me a disappointment.
Cristina: How long is she going to stay here?
Juan Antonio: Christina, I know - this is not what you had in mind.
Cristina: No.
Juan Antonio: But, she has to stay with us.
Cristina: I understand. I understand.
Juan Antonio: She has no one else.
Cristina: I understand. It's only for a short time.
Juan Antonio: Yes, a few months, at most.
Cristina: She's staying for a few months?
Cristina: It's so apparent to me that you and Juan Antonio are still in love - when I see you together.
Maria Elena: Our love, our love will last forever. It's forever. But, it just doesn't work. That's why it will always be romantic. Because, it cannot be be complete.
Cristina: It can't be complete because, you know, I'm getting in
the way or, I don't know, I feel like...
Maria Elena: Before you - before you we used to cause each other so much pain, so much suffering. Without you, all this would not be possible. You know why? Because you are the missing ingredient. You are like the tint, that added to the palate, makes the color beautiful.
Cristina: This would be a great way to get to know him.
Vicky: No! It's not! I'm not going to Oviedo with this - with this charmingly candid wife-beater. You find his aggressiveness attractive; but, I don't.
Vicky: Let's not get into one of those turgid, categorical, imperative arguments.
Cristina: I am here to go to bed with you. You're right. So, you're pretty much home free, unless you - blow it.
Juan Antonio: Blow it?
Cristina: Yeah.
Juan Antonio: *Blow* it - you mean ruin the moment?
Cristina: Yeah.
Juan Antonio: How would I do that?
Cristina: I don't know. It could be anything from some inane comment to wearing the wrong kind of shorts. Although, some how, by looking at you, I think you're wearing the right kind of shorts.
Juan Antonio: What do you want in life besides a man with the right shorts?
Cristina: I don't know. I know I'm not going to settle till I find what I'm looking for.
Juan Antonio: Which is - what?
Cristina: Something - I want someone, something different, something more, some sort of counterintuitive love.
Juan Antonio: Meaning?
Cristina: Meaning - I don't know. I don't know what I want. I only know what I don't want.
Juan Antonio: You also admire Spanish guitar, I hear?
Vicky: Yes! Yes, I love the guitar.
Juan Antonio: Would you like to go to hear some wonderful guitar tonight?
Vicky: Tonight? Well, it's a little late and, you know, I'm a little wobbly from the wine.
Juan Antonio: You said you could
hold your alcohol? Besides, we leave tomorrow.
Vicky: Okay, sure.