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Do you help your mom

or your dad?

- My mom.

- How do you help her?

I help her pick up bottles

and sell them.

Go, Diogo!

Go for it!

Kick the ball!

Go, Diogo!

Go!

This computer

is a piece of sh*t.

The questions are not

straightforward,

our project lacks purpose.

Give me an example.

We have no information

on the families.

But I told you that first

I wanted to find out

the children's

life expectancy.

This is not literature.

This is reality!

If we don't know

their family reality,

how can we get to know

the children?

Pay attention.

The child depends

on the family, right?

- Of course!

- So

the problem isn't

the child nor the family,

but the context

where they live in,

and what they get

from our country.

Without that, our project

will turn into a novel.

A novel?

Little Rita, you say nice things

but you only think of politics.

Little Len, you speak very smoothly

but you are extremely stubborn.

You never think of politics!

- What?

- This is about politics.

- I know it is.

- Everything is about...

Excuse me.

I don't think everything

is about politics.

There is no politics

in love, in feelings,

in Nature, in art...

Listen, Letcia,

if I were you,

I'd put this sentimentalism,

this love thing, aside,

even Nature, if you please.

But there is politics in art.

When you mix art with politics,

it is no longer art,

because it sells an idea,

it becomes commercial.

- Can I give my opinion?

- No, you can't.

- It's forbidden to forbid.

- I forbade you to touch my PC.

- Let's eat!

- All right. Let's go!

- Paulo finally had a good idea.

- A great idea!

- Pasta.

- It's the only thing you have here.

Are there any onions here?

Little Rita from Minas,

I know why you are

so irked about this research.

You must hate soccer.

Little Paulo from So Paulo.

You are wrong twice.

The research is going

really well,

and my soccer team

is Atltico Mineiro.

I bet yours is Corinthians.

You are completely wrong!

I was born to suffer.

My team here is Botafogo

and, in So Paulo,

I'm So Paulo.

Paulo!

Paulo!

Yes, Mariana.

What is it, sweetie?

Can you help me with Math?

I don't understand anything.

I can't today.

What about tomorrow?

All right.

- Hi, how are you?

- Fine.

- Hello, Paulo.

- I can help you.

- Hi, how are you?

- Fine.

Mariana, get down.

You're disturbing them.

No, she isn't.

- So I see you tomorrow.

- All right.

See you. Mom, if I don't a

good grade, please, don't complain.

This damn chemotherapy!

Stop! Right there!

It hurts so bad!

I hate this treatment!

It will go away.

I'm dying for a cigarette!

There are some in the drawer.

Get me one.

Are you crazy?

If you smoke, you'll feel worse.

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