Moza: Good evening, a table for one?

Cuenca: I see you're good at math.

Mauricio: [to his own son] I gave you the best education and you always did whatever you wanted. Now, go screw yourself.

Romina: Shoot this, Néstor.

Abogada Victoria: What the judge won't take into account is the violence that you are using with your wife...

Simón: WHAT VIOLENCE?