Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios
1988
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!