Café da Tarde

A?rton:
That's odd... N?ga!

N?ga:
What?

A?rton:
What's the police's number?

N?ga:
Why?

A?rton:
I saw this stranger walking around Dona Clair and Dona Iara's house, before. He didn't look familiar.

N?ga:
Oh, well, isn't that why he is a stranger? Stop minding other people's business.

A?rton:
Something must be going on. I think they are being robbed.

N?ga:
If they are it's in their own home's privacy. So, none of your business.

Clarice:
But gramma, Dona Clair. You have to call the police!

Iara:
Why?

Clarice:
Because! Because it's the right thing to do.

Iara:
Nonsense.

[pause]

Iara:
Hmm. I even think you would be a nice couple.

Clair:
Yes. It's hard to find decent young men nowadays...

Clarice:
Decent, Dona Clair? He is a robber!

Clair:
Yes, he is. But after you get over this you'll see that he is a great person.

Iara:
[Iara serves coconut sweet in a plate] Do you want coconut sweet?

Burglar:
[looks disgusted, stands up] No, thanks. I'd better get going.

Iara:
[gets coconut sweet and a spoon] No, no. Not at all. You ate Clairs's sweet, now you have to eat mine. Have you tried coconut sweet?

Burglar:
Yeah, I'm not very fond of it, thanks.

[walks towards the door]

Iara:
Are you sure? When was it? I think you've never tried.

[walks in front of the robber]

Burglar:
Yes, I have!

Iara:
But mine is better... open your mouth.

[Iara sticks the spoon into the robber's mouth. He eats and looks disgusted]

Iara:
I have a bad feeling about this.

Clair:
You always have a bad feeling about everything.