Spanish Movie Page #4

May I please see him?

I don't know.

Playing somewhere, I guess.

"Playing somewhere.''

Negligent f***ing putz.

Why do you want to see Simeon?

It's all right, I'll serve myself.

We've found out that there may be

a cure for his rare...

disease. And I have to ask him

these questions. For example:

Do you think the boy

would fit in this sack?

Does Simeon scream a lot?

Hold your cup closer, dear.

Children

are so naive,

so easy to deceive.

Scum-sucking bastards!

Like little Simeon.

His disease makes him especially

fragile. Now Simeon....

Filthy cocksuckers!

.... Could be outside, unprotected

from the sunlight.

His soft skin slowly sizzling,

with tiny bubbles of pus bursting,

screaming in pain...

Who are you?

Leave this house this instant

or I'm calling the police.

I...

I brought you

this system of protection

for sensitive skin.

You see?

Hello?

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Freelancers must be very careful.

Their health and physical integrity

are of vital importance to their job.

They must always use their heads.

Five losers...

Iocked...

The door's locked!

We'll never get out of here!

... in a bar.

The moment I set foot in here...

I can't take it.

Winner of thirty-something

Goya Awards.

How long have we been in here?

I have no f***ing clue.

Including Best Wardrobe,

Best Special Effects,

Tremendous action,

love that comes...

He has red hair. He has no eyebrows

but he paints them on every morning.

You think you're better than me?

... and goes.

It doesn't matter, you can keep it.

I have X-Ray vision.

Comedy and melodrama.

Boozy Mondays.

- Give me another.

- Coming right up.

Another Spanish movie!

Is Antonio getting home soon?

I don't think so. He's looking for

work, the poor thing.

He's a sweetheart. You'll see when

you meet him. Such a hard worker.

Have you been drinking?

No.

Sure.

Antonio!

This is Ofendia,

my employer's daughter.

What's for dinner?

That's enough, okay, Antonio?

That's enough.

That's enough!

Ofendia, I lied.

My husband is a bum.

He's a couch potato.

He moves less than

your uncle San Anton.

What a temper!

I let her talk and shout

to get it out of her system,

you know?

Because I'm the one who wears

the pants in this family.

Oh, yeah?

You don't look like it.

You want proof?

Yeah, because I don't believe it.

Ramira!

My lunch!

Right now, I'm hungry!

You call that wearing the pants?

Ramira...

This is bullshit.

I'm the boss around here.

Either make me another plate

of spaghetti like this one...

or I'll...

or I'll smack you upside the head!

Ramira, I quit!

That house gives me the creeps!

Good! Now you and my uncle San Anton

can get married.

Pedro!

Like a wave,

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