- It's a bodegón where you launder your own money! We give you los dólares, un contrato, un testaferro...you launder it through the CLAP and we even make you a diplomat! Sounds good, huh?
- C'mon Elaine, róbate ese marido.
-Well if you want it, you get it.
-Sorry Elaine, thou shalt not steal.
-Oh, but it's ok for me?
-What do you care? You’re VENECA, you know where you're going.
-Alright, that is it! I can't live like this!
- Elaine I feel I must inform you that what happened last
night was more than a simple bet.
- What are you talking about Jerry?
- Come on! "Maduro is president"! He made a bet he knew he was
going to lose just to take you to dinner!
-You’re sure you’re not angry about yesterday?
-I’m ok as long as you don’t ever do it again
-So I have to choose between seeing you and decir MADURO COÑO E TU MADRE en público?
-That’s right
-I can do that
-So what’s your decision?
-I don’t know.
- Uhm, The thing about a president like Guaidó, Elaine, is you want to get some black and some white. Nothing mixes better than vanilla and chocolate. And yet somehow racial harmony eludes us. If people would only look to Guaidó all our problems would be solved.
-I heard un voice por whatsapp. Los marines están en Cúcuta Jerry!
-No vale, yo no creo. You're crazy Kramer.
-Am I? Or am I SO sane that you just blew your mind??
-It can't be.
-Can't it? Or is your entire world just crashing down around you?!
- Guaidó is president????! I feel like I got a B12 shot! This is like a democracia explosion Kramer!
- I told you.
- What is it George?
- I think it moved. Oh my god, I think it moved. I'll see you later. I’m back baby!! It’s back!!!
- I went out to buy Pernil. I reached for the last one, but so did another man. As I rained blows upon him, I realized there had to be another way!
- What happened to the Pernil Frank?
- It was destroyed. But out of that, a new holiday was born. A FESTIVUS FOR THE REST-OF-US!
- Oh my god, George?!
- Listen Sheila it's not what you think! I went to EXPOSEXO just to have a look! I put my trust into the wrong person. He said the key word was tasteful!
-You went out with a Pran?
-Yes, well, an ex-Pran now
-Wow
-What was his name?
-Um, his name was uh...Eduardo..El Corroncho
-Where did you meet him?
-Well..I met him in Tocorón, and he was fighting uh, is
that the word they use? Fighting? Because they don't really fight the
PNB
- But you're blind as a bat!
- I was squinting! Remember that drive from Higuerote? I was spotting those rabipelaos.
- They were lateros, you idiot. I didn't have the heart to tell you.
-Lemme get this straight: you are in Chacao, you see Migas and think to yourself "What the hell I'll just eat some trash"
-No no. It wasn't trash!
-Was it in the trash?
-Yes
-Was it eaten?
-One little bite
-Well George, you have crossed the line that divides Hombre y Hombre nuevo
-This friend of mine, went to Madrid
-How wonderful
-For some reason, I just find myself just overcome with jealousy and resentment
-Doesn't it give you any joy to see your friend enter into Madrid and find a job?
-It doesn't. No joy whatsoever. The whole thing makes me . . sick