Pedro - El Bruto: You have such ways with me. It's true. Paloma: Come and look. Here are your clothes, clean and mended. Fix yourself up a little. You always look so sloppy and your hair is always messy. And you show off with an open shirt. Pedro - El Bruto: That's not true. I lost a button. Paloma: I'll fix it. It's incredible. Such manliness and yet you're such a baby. You don't seem to be a real man. When Don Andrés scolds you,u you look for a back to hide behind. I could did laughing. Pedro - El Bruto: Don't say that, ma'am. I love and respect him because he has known me since I was a baby. My mother was Don Pepe's maid. The old man. He was always good to us. He sent me to school, and would hit me if I did something wrong. But when he was in a good mood he gave me candy and allowed to listen to his clock. Somebody once said he was my father. I had a fight over it with some other kids. If he was my father... I'm sure he'd tell me. Don't you think? Paloma: Leave me alone. Let me go. Pedro - El Bruto: I'll teach you to stop playing with me. Paloma: You want me to call Andrés? You bastard! What did you think? That I'd allow you to touch me with your dirty hands? Pedro - El Bruto: Forgive me. I thought that... Paloma: What, idiot? Pedro - El Bruto: That you liked me. Paloma: But you forget something very important. That I have to be willing also.