A Guerra dos Rocha

Good Morning, Mr. Vicente.

Good Morning, Ms. Dina.

A complement.

Thank you.

Good morning for all of you, too.

Good Morning.

I can't believe it.

This kid is always crying.

Hi, Ms. Clovis.

No, everything is fine.

Everything is almost done.

The receipts are all organized.

Just perfect.

Everything is just fine.

Company's name?

No, I was about to do that.

Hi, honey.

No, I was talking to my son.

Okay.

Bye.

Stop, Marcelo. You look like a child.

Did you forget...

I can't lose the harmony, darling.

My recorder is broken

I have to deliver this music today.

The producers already called me.

I see.

Thank you, for the consideration!

Luckily she didn't see me.

Otherwise she'd quarrel with me.

My God.

What a mess!

How messy they are.

Let me fix it.

These jotters here.

These, here,

pink,

blue,

yellow

green, this one...

I'll fix this later.

No, no, no, don't cry, my baby.

They've left this in here.

My God...

What a mess.

A whistle tea-kettle.

We definitely don't like each other.

It's mutual.

But this dough needs rising.

Now, All you have to do is taking

this do Mr. Clovis...

A whole night of work.

Oh, this.

Calm down, Carol.

I've been the most sacrificed person

with your mother living with us.

Why?

Cesar,

I can't take it anymore of you

working every weekend.

I didn't see you

leaving this morning.

Cesar, you have a family,

don't you know?

That's the reason why, Julia.

I have to support you all.

Meeting with the clients,

contracts reviews,

meetings, meetings and meetings,

and all, Julia.

Lawyer's live, Julia.

Cesar, I'm sick and tired of

being alone, come here?

- Look, every weekend?

- Okay, okay, okay...

Cesar, talk to me.

Look, I, look...

Not now, Julia.

Give me a break.

I'm not feeling well.

I'm not okay.

Your problem has a name, you know?

Hi, Julia.

- Hi, Bebel, my dear granddaughter.

- Hi, grandma.

How are you?

- Fine, and you?

- I'm fine.

- Hi Ms. Dina, how are you?

- Good.

- You are Abilinho.

- That's right.

You're all grown up.

How is your grandma?

She's on it.

She's being working out a lot.

Don't you know any other expression

other than "on it"?

I do.

"Off of it".

There is a lot of people

in here "off of it"...

Listen, kid, is that about me?

Bebel?

Bebel, my darling.

Soon it's your birthday, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Have you choose your present?

Oh, no grandma.

But I know what I don't want.

- A stupid debutant party.

- Bebel.

Out to your room.

Enough of it.

Abilio, this is a private talk.

Please.

Cutie, things are hot in here

See you later.

"Hot in here".

If I let it,

they'd do a party in here.

In the pool.

Mom, you're sick.

Damn it.

Grandma!

Julia, darling.

You should talk more with your daughter.

- Have you forgot you were 15 once?

Who knows what is best for her it's me.

Sure.

I think you're a little bit over weight.

Are you pregnant, again?

So, Ms. Dina...

What are you doing here?

What are you here for?

To stay.

If you want me to sleep under the bridge,

you can forget about it.

My youngest child,

Marcelo,

expelled me.

Since, I,

only borrowed you this house.

It is still mine.

I'll go to my room.

Just by looking at this jewel...

I get emotional

Oh, Armando...

You were so handsome when

you gave me this.

So handsome.

Cesar, my son.

You have to be patient with Julia.

I've already decided how

to deal with her.

Everything she tells me will come

to this ear, and out from this.

Mom, it doesn't work, mom.

This proximity,

You two were never friends.

Something bad will happen.

And I'll be involved on it.

I will.

I'm not feeling good.

I'm feeling this pain on my chest.

This isn't good.

It looks like you have a chest.

A pain here and there.

Do you know what is it called?

The Frog disease.

It comes from swallowing lots of frogs.

You should start spitting, Cesar.

Spit.

You're more pregnant then your wife.

You know what's going to happen?

Your wife is going to have a baby,

and you're going to have a frog.

I'm more pregnant than my wife,

what do you mean?

- She is pregnant.

- Who's the father?

- You.

- Me? That's impossible, mom.

Impossible.

A mother's eye is never wrong.

That small belly.

Her bellybutton is out.

It's a boy. A good one.

Hey.

What kind of news is that?

Are you pregnant?

That's outrageous.

As far as I know, a child is

conceived by a couple.

If you decided to have a child...

Mrs. Dina. I'm amused with your

capacity of bringing chaos.

Where can you see the belly?

Where?

Hello. Is there someone in there?

Answer me.

Sweetie, don't do that!

It could hurt your baby.

Enough!

Mrs. Dina...

I'm sorry,

but you in this house, is too much.

Perfect.

- Did you get my b*obs?

- Sure, sure I did.

Mine were sculptured.

- Oh, What a nice glass.

- That's a jar,

darling.

Thank you.

My God.

How can we start a day like that?

I'm dizzy.

Where should I go?

It's...

that way.

That's right.

Hi girls, sorry to interrupt,

but I need Paola for a second.

All the attention to Saraiva

and his wife.

They are the stone key to my trial.

Talking about trial...

where have you been this whole morning?

Pupi, I was with Netinha, my friend.

She lost her b*obs.

It broke open.

It could've been with me.

No, no, calm down, calm down.

Dear Sir, Dear Sir.

Look at this.

Dear Sir, everything is under control.

The ice, whiskey, and

I even brought these petit fours.

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