After all that's been done for you! I'll box your ears!
I always find you in trouble
Saturno isn't a bad lad; a bit wild, but clever. Things happen to him
He's just like my late husband, who's in hell for all I care
This lady is Don Lope's ward
She's not been out for two weeks; I've brought her for a change of air
Excuse me
My mother, a few days ago
Your son has reached school-leaving age
It's time he earned a living
He's a willing lad, but he's always daydreaming
Still, he could be a good workman when he's older
My master, Don Lope, has found him a job
Don Lope...
...he's one of the few gentlemen left
- Where's my beauty going? - To look for a sweetheart
- Well, you've found one - So old?
Not so old; the devil's been dead longer than I've been alive
Are you keeping all this?
As you wish
There's enough lumber in my house already, without this
Sell this stuff to a dealer, except for the usable things
And none of your haggling; take what he offers
If there's anything of sentimental value...
This crucifix; mother died with it in her hands
Very well, but keep it in your room
I'll rid you of such superstition in time
Maybe you want to keep something else
- Don't forget the piano - We sold the piano months ago
I've still got my music. Perhaps one day...
Your mother was very good, but not so very intelligent
You never enjoyed your father's wealth...
...he lost it all when you were very young
Leave that pot. I told you I didn't want to take trifling things
This pot will be very useful; you know nothing about cooking
Get ready, Tristana. We're going to leave now
Why must I return to you so soon, sir? Tristana wanted me to stay here
I can't keep up two houses and you can't live alone
Your dying mother confided you to me
Your best place is with me; no one would dare offend you then
- Did you see a boy running? - With a purse? He went that way
- Why did you misdirect them? - The police represent force
Men like me defend the weak in any circumstance, whoever they are
Don't forget, Tristana, don't forget
How charming, how elegant
She was the wife of a marquis, but she got mixed up with Don Lope...
He challenged the marquis to a duel; it even got into the papers
There's no better gentleman, but once Don Lope lays eyes on a skirt...
Get up, Tristana
You're not here as a servant, that's Saturna's job; you're her mistress
I'm exhausted; I've walked so far today
- Shall I fetch your slippers? - Thank you, you're an angel
I'm sorry you're shut up in the house like this
I can hardly take you to the café with me
If you'd like to go to the theatre you must say so
Shall I tell you something?
You're very adorable. I only want you to love me like a father
You are very kind
Visitors! I'd forgotten all about them
- Will you receive them in slippers? - It doesn't matter; they're friends
We can't stay long
- When is the encounter? - Tomorrow
- At what time? - Seven
- Where? - In the grove
- Who will go with me? - They'll call for you
- What weapons? - Swords
What are the terms?
Both sides agree that first blood shall decide the victor
Are you serious? First blood?
Do you expect me to preside over such a farce?
I don't enjoy circuses, and honour is not satisfied with a scratch
Away with those jackasses and their scruples!
Gentlemen, don't involve me again in such worthless questions of honour
Come in, señorita, I know you; Saturno's mother is your servant
- What a nice smell! - Fried bread; would you like some?
Yes, please, I've always liked that
I'm afraid it's only a poor man's meal
Perhaps you'd like a fried egg, too?
No, thank you, I'm expected home for lunch
As Saturno is your son's friend...
...I came with them to hear you ring the bells
They won't even hear the canon of 42 bells
How lucky you are to have such a lovely view
You must feel very important up here, as though you ruled the world
I'm used to the view; I take no notice
We used to be important, but nowadays we're no more important than a cat
Why aren't you important now?
There used to be a lot of religion about and people respected the bells
There was the passing bell, the fire bell...
...the call to Mass, the chimes of great devotion...
...and people listened, and went to visit the dying, bury the dead...
...or take up their blunderbusses when they heard the alarm
Times have changed; now everyone's in a hurry to make money
They even complain that the bell for Mass wakes them up
- Some more, señorita? - With pleasure
This is the way bell-ringers fry their bread, señorita
I had a horrible dream! It was frightful! The bell...
She had a bad dream, poor thing
Make one of your tisanes for her
It's all over now. You screamed as if you'd seen the devil
When you were little you screamed just like that when you saw me
It's all gone now. Go to bed
Dreams are good things, even if they can be frightening
The dead don't dream
Why so silent? Carry on running me down
No one would dare to, Don Lope
Why not? We dare to talk about you when you're not here
And we tear you apart, so I don't see why you should spare me
You seem to feel it would be disrespectful not to discuss you
Frankly, we're running out of subjects; we'd discussed everything but you
We were commenting on the rumour that you are abandoning affairs of honour
Is it true?
It's true, Comandante. Men are not what they were in my day... our day
Past and present share only one taste: A liking for pretty women
I agree, although there's so much effeminacy today
It's always intrigued me how you can be so strict in matters of honour...
...yet so liberal when it comes to matters of the heart
That's a very apt question, gentlemen
In matters of love and women I don't admit the existence of sin
- lf only that were true! - What about the Ten Commandments?
I respect them all, except those which refer to our sex
I'm sure that, for political reasons, Moses added them to the divine ones
So you maintain that when we catch a girl...
All I can say is, if she consents, and it's up to us to make her consent...
...the encounter should be unqualified pleasure...
...but with two clear exceptions: The wife of a friend...
...and that flower of perfect innocence, so rare these days
Saturno! Be off with you, scoundrel!
Why shout, if he can't hear?
He's been in there an hour. Enough of this locking himself in
Open up, or I'll kill you!
- Don't beat him - I know what to do with him
Your uncle will be home soon, tired and ready for bed
What are you doing here?
Serve supper
The original sin of the first Spanish republic...
...was to attempt to cure the Establishment gangrene with speeches
What nonsense!
Boiled egg! Always the same thing!
- Haven't you got one? - I'm not hungry
The truth is there's only one and we gave it to you
You eat it. Do as I say
- Why don't you buy more food? - How? You won't let me buy on credit
Our income doesn't last out the month; we'll have to do something
Like it or not, we're the slaves of filthy money, child...
...and it's still filthy even if we give it to the needy
...whoever they may be
If I may say so, sir, all that about whoever they may be...
This is horrible!
When you've neither money nor appetite you take a black view of everything
What's the matter with her?
Probably she's remembering her mother, or she needs to get out a bit
- Doesn't she go to church? - What kind of fun is that?
You should let me take her for walks in the sun sometimes
An honest woman breaks her leg at home!
You disagree?
You're always wearing the same clothes; haven't you any others?
This can't go on; you look a fright
From tomorrow you'll end your mourning. I'll see you have new clothes
This mourning is a primitive custom, like painting one's body
Some of this stuff isn't worth anything nowadays...
...but there are some fine pieces, although they're difficult to sell
- How much? - 2,000 pesetas
You say it's genuine; no signature, but it seems to be well authenticated
I'd only offer 3,000 pesetas to anyone else, but...
I don't accept favours. Give me 5,000 pesetas
But the sum I had in mind...
Don't try to make your sum fit the merchandise. My price is 5,000
Allow me a few moments to make an inventory
You could have got much more; it's criminal to sell at that price
I detest haggling
Don't be like that, sir
Go to your saucepans
If I'd known before, I might have...
From this pettifogging pedlar to big industrialists...
...they're all alike: Bloodsuckers
Let's see what the bandit's doing
Look at them; don't you sense that cloying conjugal bliss?
I don't understand
Note his bovine air of resignation; how bored they are
Farewell to love! Never marry, Tristana
Can't one be free and honest?
Exactly! Passion must be free; it's the law of nature
No chains, no signatures, no blessings
Which of those columns do you like best?
Now I don't understand
- Which do you prefer? - They're all the same
No two columns are alike; there's always a difference
I can always choose between two grapes, two rolls, two snowflakes
I always prefer one to the other
I like this one best
Take it home, then. Let's change the subject
Why do that?
I was thinking that you need new slippers
What a time to think of slippers
I'm never sure whether you like me or not
Sometimes I feel that I disgust you slightly
Disgust me? On the contrary
You don't think I'm unpleasant?
So you might even care for me a little?
Give me a kiss
No, not like that
- Weren't you going to your mother's? - Yes, sir, I'm just going
Hurry up
- Nothing else, sir? - No; the later you get back the better
- Have you finished? - Not quite
Leave it
What if she comes back?
She'll be out till supper time; anyway, it's time she got used to it
What are you doing here, dog?
Where have you come from?
I've told you time and again to keep out of trouble
Go and say hello, then be off
Saturno's come to see you, sir
How are you, you rogue? Sit over there
I'm determined to go out tomorrow
I don't think you'll be well enough
I don't like being inactive, or your seeing me in this ridiculous state
You must be ill sometimes, especially at your age
What's age to do with it? A young man would be twice as weak with such a cold
Leave the blanket alone, I can do it
Stop fussing! Leave me alone!
As you wish!
As I wish and as you wish. I'm not trying to impose my will on you
We're both free; that's why we're both happy
If you were tired of me now you could go and I wouldn't say a word
- You'd run out of the house after me - Maybe
The bed is warm now
The limitations on your freedom must be placed by you...
...with due regard for my honour and affection for you
How can I fail to adore you, daughter?
Shall I serve the food now?
Yes, go and eat
I'll serve the soup at once, sir
It's very nourishing, señorita
It's nice to see how fond of you he is
- I wish he were less fond - Poor thing
Saturno. Are you still here?
How's your job? Do you get many beatings?
Poor workers, beaten as well as cuckolded. Work is a curse, Saturno
Down with work that has to be done for a living
Such work is not the honour they say...
...it only serves to fatten the swinish exploiters
On the other hand, work that is done for love ennobles a man
If only everyone could work like that
Look at me; I won't work, even if they threaten to hang me
I live badly, but I live without working
It's a good thing he can't hear such bad advice
Watch out for beatings; they're pretty common in these parts
- Which way today? - I don't care
When Don Lope finds out...
Let him! I've had as much as I can bear
I'll get into trouble for going out with you
He gets older and more ridiculous every day
I dreamt of the bell again last night
Don Lope's head as a bell-clapper
If only I could run away and never see him again
Look at these two streets; which one do you like best?
I don't know
I prefer the one on the right
I think I'd have preferred the other one
The dog's got rabies! It's bitten a child!
Let's go and look
I don't like dogs much; rabid ones even less
There's a rabid dog in the street, that's why...
Make yourself at home
- Are you a Catalan? - Yes, I'm from Barcelona
That one won't bite again
It wasn't easy to shoot him; I was afraid the bullet would ricochet
I'll simply paint your portrait, it won't take long
Don't forget
What will you think of me? I said yes to everything he said
He must have taken me for an idiot, and he'd be right
I told him he could see me whenever he liked; I was all confused
Don't be cross with me. If I think it's all right, I shan't regret it
I'm sure he understands me
Don't you hear me? Press this tie for me
Why are you making up this bed?
The señorita said she wanted to sleep here, alone
- Alone? Why? - I don't know, sir
We're going for a walk
- Together? - With whom better?
It's more decent for you to go out with me than alone
- Why? - Get ready
Why are people thought crazy if they shout for joy?
You're up to something with all those outings of yours
I bet you've been picked up by some Romeo
I'm only answerable to my conscience, aren't I? I'm following your advice
If I catch you in any deception I'll kill you
I'd rather have a tragedy than be made a fool of in my old age
You can't keep secrets from me; I'm too experienced in such matters!
People will hear
Don't forget I've still got two duties towards you
I'm your father and your husband, as it suits me
You pest!
I need 10,000 pesetas. Lend them to me and I give my word...
I don't give alms to heretics
Keep your money, you old bigot!
What a punishment God has inflicted on me with such a brother!
Fortunately you were bequeathed the inheritance
Only while I live. The law was made for men, my daughter
I sent for you because I want you to take your son away
Sir, don't forget the poor lad's misfortune
He could respect discipline, even if he is deaf
- Where is he now? - In the yard, as usual
He's been over an hour in there
Aren't you ashamed? Everyone working, and you in there...
I'll put you to work with your uncle in the quarry. Then you'll see!
Forgive me, and thanks for everything
I'm going to see him. Go back home
Don Lope took a siesta. Suppose he wakes up before you return?
Tell him you left me in the street
Stay if you like, but shut up!
I thought you weren't coming
I've got a lot to do; I can't stay long today
You'll go when I say; I want to finish your portrait
But he didn't go out today
I've prepared coffee and snacks
Why are you scared of your guardian? Introduce me to him
I don't want anything. I can't stay
You haven't answered me. Why don't you introduce me?
He's not my guardian; I lied to you
He's my husband, so much the worse for me
I'm not married to my husband, my guardian, that man
I'll tell you everything, but I don't know how to
I know I'm disgraced, but I'm free to love you
What do you think? Can you forgive me?
Do you prefer me as an unfaithful wife, or a free person?
Do you love me more, or less?
I've only deceived him. He has no right over me, understand?
My freedom is well deserved
Sometimes I hate him for the evil he's done me
At other times, I confess, I feel affection for him...
...like a daughter - if only he had loved me like a father
He has his good side... I'm so ashamed...
He changes face like he changes shirts... especially where women are concerned
I've begun to hate him intensely since I've known you...
...because you've respected me, believed in my innocence
Loathsome old man!
How could you do that with him?
When he took me in I was very young and innocent
You can imagine the rest
Get out
Where do you come from alone so late?
It isn't late, and I wasn't alone
How pretty you look. Have you been running?
Very well, my daughter. I'll get dressed
Please clean my hatband; I must make an important call this evening
You're lucky. He didn't tell you off
He'd have liked to, but he didn't dare
He doesn't like me to see him like that, like a cock with no plumage
Don't let him brood on his anger, poor old man
If he treated me as a daughter, wouldn't I love him? Especially now I'm so happy
We'll have this out later. I want to know why you come and go as you please
You're lucky I'm in a hurry now
My slippers are in the bathroom; take them to my room
The more he's dressed, the bolder he is. He's moulting; how disgusting!
What if he asks me for them?
Tell him to buy new ones or go barefoot. I don't care
I want you to leave with me
What shall I do?
I came here for a month, and look how long I've stayed
Leave that house and come with me
It's not so easy as you think; give me a little more time
Everything must be settled by tomorrow
Be patient with me
I'm not such a slave as I was
I'd like to work. I wasn't a bad pianist
If I practised and went to classes, and you worked in your studio...
Imagine how it could be
I'm not well educated, but I think I'm capable of great things
I'm no good at small things
That sort of thing should be done indoors
What do you mean?
Can't you see there are ladies present?
What's the matter?
You can't fool me!
You can explain yourself to the police
They'll teach you decent behaviour
Don't involve me in trouble. Let's go
She gets back later every day
You know where this will lead, don't you, woman?
You must know something about this going out, this defiance
I'm not asking out of unhealthy curiosity...
...it's just that she's still too young to look after herself
If you're so fond of her you should help me sort out the trouble
I don't know anything, sir. Better ask her yourself
The master wants to see you
Sit down. I want to talk to you
I'm an old dog, and I know that when a young one goes out every day...
...it's because she's found a bone
I don't know what kind of bone it is, but don't deny it
Do you want me to tell lies?
You can shilly-shally, but I insist
I assume that so far you've only been up to harmless tricks...
...but, listen, no one can throw dust in my eyes
If you don't like the other thing, I'm your father and I call you to account!
Your mother left you in my care; I'm determined to protect your honour
You talk of honour! You took mine away. If mother could see what you've done!
God knows how you'd have fared in other hands, alone in the world
Hypocrite!
You know I can't regard you like all my other women
Let me look on you as a loved one, one of my own blood
Don't you believe me?
No, I'm sick of always hearing the same thing
Perhaps I've behaved badly to you, but now I'm anxious to do right
I know it's ridiculous to act the tyrant or jealous husband
I don't forbid you to go out, but it displeases me. I've spoken
These are delicious. Try them
He's ringing for me
What does he want now?
Come closer
I shall be too worried to sleep...
...knowing how you're upset by our conversation
Forgive me. Come on, tell me about your love affairs
- I've nothing to tell - Very well, I'll find out
In spite of everything, I thank you for caring for me in my old age
You've given me your youth and I've behaved badly to you...
...but I just can't convince myself that I'm old
It's not my way to insist when I'm rebuffed
Keep your childish charms for some coxcomb!
But if I get angry I'll squash you like an ant!
I'm not afraid of you; kill me whenever you like!
You're very bold, I'll grant you that
Tell him to wait at the studio tomorrow, alone if possible
If Don Lope kills me, let it be for something
Now you're working for the press? That's all you needed
What time do we leave?
Three-thirty p.m. But we'll pack everything before we go to bed
Is your studio bigger than this?
Twice as big. You can see the whole city from my balcony...
...and sunset from the bed - wonderful for a married couple
For lovers
But I want to marry you
If you get tired of me we can go our own ways, that's best
You talk like that old scoundrel
He's right in many ways; he's no fool
A gentleman here to see Don Horacio. He's walking in the street
- How do you know he wants him? - He told me so
It's him; it's better if I talk to him
This is my affair. You wait here
You want me?
Tell Tristana to go home; then we'll settle this like gentlemen
The first thing you're going to do is clear off
I'm the girl's guardian
Some guardian! She's told me what sort of old boy you are
My seconds will call on you tomorrow
Can't you see he's an old man?
Shall we take him to the hospital?
Write. Don't forget
She'll come back, I'm sure of it
I was coming to offer my condolences on your sister's death
Thank you, but you know she and I were estranged
Yes, Lope, but she was your sister after all
That's why I'll attend the funeral, even though it's a parade of cassocks
I remember my childhood. How she'll be grieved to leave me alive and sinful
I'm sure she'll have thought only of putting you right with God
She'll have thought of more worldly things
If parents could take possessions, they'd leave their children destitute
At least I'm glad you'll be well off now, after so much privation
The dead to the grave, and the living...
Tristana, remember the things I sold? Well, I've bought them all back!
I'll drink no more tonight; just another drop
Drink up, woman! Don't you want to? I'm sorry for you then
I must tell you something, sir
I've been keeping it secret for two days, but you'll find out in the end
Señorita Tristana is here
- Why has she come? - You'd better ask Don Horacio
- Is he here, too? - She wants to speak to you
I've nothing to say. If they want anything, let her visit me
If only she could, but she's seriously ill, sir
It's two years since you saw her. She's changed a lot
First, please forgive my behaviour at our last interview
I'm ready to give whatever satisfaction you demand
That's of no interest now
Many times I've asked Tristana to marry me, but she's always refused
I'm not rich, but she has lacked nothing. We've been fairly happy
But now she's very ill. Dangerously ill
A tumour in the leg has given her great pain for weeks
She's suffering agonies
Any medical opinion?
Here is the doctor's diagnosis
Medical jargon. Why have you brought her here?
She nearly drove me mad insisting on it. She thinks she's going to die
She still looks on you as a father; she wants to die in your house
- What if I refuse to take her in? - I won't abandon her
If I open the doors of my house to her, what will you do?
Stay in the city and wait to see what happens
Naturally, I shall not have the discourtesy to impose my presence
Tell her we'll come to fetch her tomorrow
Now she can't escape me. If she enters my house she'll never leave it again
- Well, doctor? - Just a moment
This warmth will soothe the pain
There's no cure for this, Saturna
Come now, nobody dies of a pain in the knee
How are you? Feeling better?
Here's Saturno come to visit you
The doctor tells me your pain is a sign of improvement
Cheer up, now. You'll see, in a month you'll be jumping about and dancing
I know I'll never dance again
Don't lose heart. Have confidence, like me
In the sitting room there's the piano you longed for
Now we'll hear how well you play
I'll never be able to play, Lope
You don't play the piano with your leg. Cheer up, now
With this dreadful pain?
I've told you: The pain means the disease is being overcome
How is my favourite patient?
Worse than ever, doctor
How do you feel?
I had a high temperature in the night. I'm very ill, aren't I?
I've told you before, your case is quite normal
Pain, but it will soon go away
Not long ago I thought that life was fine; now I want to die
I think she looks very ill
A cow dung and camomile poultice would cure her
Don't be coarse
Don Lope, my friend, we have come to what I feared
She is very ill. I can speak frankly to a man like you
There is blood poisoning; it is necessary to operate
To amputate the leg
Poor child. To mutilate her so horribly
It must be done immediately
What sort of science is it that can't cure without amputation?
Go to her, don't let her be alone
Think of another way. Here take both my legs...
Forgive me. I don't know what I'm saying
Do what must be done
Send this note to Dr. Alonso; he's a leading surgeon
If it's done well, I think the amputation can save her
Isn't it even certain, then?
Science isn't infallible; we should invoke other aids
I know that tranquillity is aided by a clear conscience...
...so get a priest to hear her confession this evening
Priests in my house? Never!
Thank you for your advice, but I reject it
I know Christ was the first socialist, and all that
True priests are those of us who protect the innocent...
...fight injustice, hypocrisy and filthy lucre
I'm going to see the patient
I thought I'd find you here. I want to speak to you
I won't have anything, thank you
Are you thinking of staying here much longer?
I couldn't leave, because of Tristana
You know what's happened to the poor girl
So graceful, and now disabled for ever
I'm heartbroken, because I regard her with pure disinterested affection
In fact, that's why I want to make her life happier
Her fickle spirit needs you
Do you take me for a puppet? I can't share an old man's standards
Besides, Tristana's feelings are not as fickle as you think
You're too young to understand some things; we won't quarrel over that
- What do you want? - I want you to visit her
I'm not a monster. Feelings change; I realize she lacks something
She lacks you, for sure. Go to see her every day
I'd be embarrassed
I go for a walk between four and six. Visit her then
Don't thank me; it's for her sake
Will you take the señorita's marrons glacés now
No, I'll collect them on my way back
- When will you come back? - In a month, at the most
May I tell you something?
I believe you wouldn't have brought me here if you loved me
It was you that insisted. You said you were dying
But I'm still alive
That's the limit. You're unfair
Perhaps. Don Lope would never take me to another man's house
Sometimes you seem like someone else
I am!
Could anyone be the same, like this?
Forgive me for being so sharp. I'm nervous because you're leaving
I hope your exhibition will be a success. I mean that
I've got a lot to do. I'll come and say good-bye tomorrow
As you wish
You should try to get used to wearing it
It's dreadfully uncomfortable
- Is he leaving at last? - Tomorrow
- When will he return? - Perhaps never
I know you like these
- You look lovelier every day - Don't mock me
No, your being a cripple may seem a handicap to you...
...but now you're possibly even more desirable for many people
I remember a woman in Paris; she walked about on crutches
There were always three or four men following her
There are tastes for everything
Your bath is ready. Shall I rub you first?
Not rub, massage, woman
Shall we have a hot drink before we go home?
I don't feel like talking
As valiant as ever. The cold doesn't frighten you
And the señorita's appearance is unsurpassable, it goes without saying
You're very kind. Thank him, Lope
We intend to call to thank you for your donation to our orphanage...
...but may I take this happy opportunity to express my personal thanks?
It was our duty. We must help others
Many people are wealthy, but that kind of donation is rare
The olive grove could be one of the best here
Don't pursue the matter, Don Ambrosio
I've said all I had to say
In your case, the priest's job is done. What you need...
Don't talk to me about doctors; I want something else
I've told you many times; get married
How can I, if I can't bear him?
I urge you to conquer this unhealthy attitude
When he really harmed you, you accepted it without protest
And now, when he's behaving better towards you, what more can you ask?
The better he is, the less I care for him
- Isn't that irrational? - I'm well aware of that
Your animosity has something diabolical about it, my child
Of course, you are young, and he's...
But your marriage would be for the sanctification of a sinful situation...
...not for procreation...
You understand me, don't you?
Ask him to marry you and you'll see how he'll accept
Haven't you noticed how he's changed?
Age brings tranquillity, one takes a different view of things
He no longer forbids you to attend church; he even goes with you
Marry him. You must still have some tender feelings for him
Can I give you a lift into town, Don Ambrosio?
I'm going to buy fruit trees. Do you want anything?
Many blessings, Tristana, and to you, Lope
- Where are you going? - To my room
Are you leaving me alone on such a night, woman?
Don't be ridiculous, think of your age
How is your health, Tristana?
- And how is your mother? - Very well
So am I, thank you
The footwarmer is just right
My ears were frozen as I was coming here
I scarcely set foot in the café now, so few of my generation are left
Don't give up, Don Lope
It can't be helped. My heart is not what it was
And the fistula...
Unfounded fear. You coddle yourself too much, Don Lope
Excuse me, I forgot my tablets
He's going downhill
My memory gets worse every day
Pass me the milk
What an aroma! Those who have to put up with tea should be pitied
I quite agree
Saturna is a great cook. How thick and creamy it is
True, there aren't many like her
If Don Lope wasn't kind enough to invite me here occasionally...
Maybe he's offended out of pique, Don Ambrosio
Señor Arcediano is speaking of a small inheritance my parents left me
Small? I'd be content with half
Why, isn't your salary sufficient?
I get less than a bricklayer, and you know how many I have to support
Let's not complain, otherwise Don Lope will suspect our motives
Our host knows it's not my habit to ask for anything for myself
Another cup, gentlemen?
After all, life isn't as black as many people think
It's snowing outside, but we're nice and warm here
What's wrong? Do you feel ill?
Has supper upset you?
Would you like some camomile tea?
It's more serious. I've got a pain here that's killing me
Call the doctor. Quickly!
Do you feel that bad?
Number 243, please
Is that Doctor Miquis?
Listen, he's very ill
Very good. The sooner the better
Doctor Miquis is coming
Don't you hear me, Lope? Don't you?
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