- Marcos Novoa Pazos: You've been the biggest mistake of my life, Amelia. I wish every second I spent with you, I'd spent with Carolina. She's the only one I've loved... and you can't image how much.
- Carolina Leal Solís: [entering a pigeon loft] And this?
- Marcos Novoa Pazos: It's just that there were no hotels available in the Caribbbean.
- Carolina Leal Solís: You don't want to fool around?
- Marcos Novoa Pazos: No. No, no way. All I want is to spend the night here with you, holding hands, reading Neruda's poems...
- Carolina Leal Solís: Okay. Well, I hope along with the poems you have a bottle of wine to get me drunk, because I'm not an easy girl.
- Marcos Novoa Pazos: [clutching Carolina's body] If we remain silent after this, then we're fucking cowards.
- Iván Noiret León: We won't remain silent anymore.
- Martín Moreno: You don't go running in the mornings anymore.
- Rebeca Benaroch: No, no, I don't have time.
- Martín Moreno: That's a shame. I miss running into you.
- Elsa Fernández Campos: [oblivious to Carolina's death] Marcos, have you been able to talk to Carolina?
- [the teens, in mourning and forced into silence, exchange looks]
- Marcos Novoa Pazos: No.
- Elsa Fernández Campos: Well, the lawyer just sent me a check to cover the entire semester. On top of it, he tells me she won't be back. It's amazing, isn't it? You're not going to say anything?
- [Julia kicks Marcos' leg]
- Elsa Fernández Campos: [as Marcos boils] Marcos, please, you call her. She's only fifteen. She can't leave everything just like that, and because of a silly fight. She's going to regret it the rest of her life. And so will we. Please call her, Vicky, she may listen to you. You're her best friend.
- Victoria Martínez González: Elsa, I'm sorry, but I don't like it either.
- Elsa Fernández Campos: Okay, guys. Carolina doesn't have her mother with her to make her come to her senses. I think you should talk to her. What's going to become of her life? Well, if you're not going to do anything, then please pack up her things. We'll send them home, but it would be a shame.
- Jacques Noiret: [outraged at not being told about Tomás] I'm his father.
- Lucía: I've seen how you treat your children.
- Jacques Noiret: [scoffs] Ivan is not my son, this one is. This one is the only son I have. Look, Lucía, you don't know me. I want to take care of him. I have the right, whether you like it or not.
- Lucía: Never. Forget he exists.
- Jacques Noiret: You really excel at the feather duster, almost as good with the knife you're sticking in your boyfriend's back.
- Jacques Noiret: Do you want some advice?
- [undoing a blouse button]
- Jacques Noiret: Use your feminine weapons.
- Julia Medina: What's the matter? Don't say "nothing" because a vampire would have more color than you.