Catita es una dama

Catita:
Are you travelling far away, Ma'am?

Amalia Verdeales:
To Canada.

Catita:
Gee! That's so far!

Amalia Verdeales:
You know where it is?

Catita:
No... but with that name!!

Catita:
[talking with her aunt] You see... I was bringing a bottle of perfume 'Avant the la Fete' and the people on the bus made me drop it. See what a disgrace?... but I'll tell you something, the bus kept with such a fragrant scent that nobody would get off of it after that.

Uncle Umberto Primo:
[crying, after Catita burned down the family house by throwing gasoline to a small fire] There's what you've done... 30 years working as a waiter, earning peso after peso to give my family a roof to live, and here it comes this 'disgraziatta' and burns my house down!!

Catita:
What??!! 'Disgraziatta'?? Me?? Why nobody warned me there was gasoline in the bucket??

Uncle Umberto Primo:
Couldn't you just have smelled at it???

Catita:
You smell flowers, not buckets!!

Aunt Anunziatta:
[crying] ...what are we going to do now?? Where are we going to live?? And all because of you!!

Catita:
Now I am the one to blame??!! Blame it on that criminal man who handed me the bucket!!

Catita:
[trying a fake tiara she's gonna wear to a dinner party] See... tell me, who do I remind you of??

Rosalia:
I don't know.

Catita:
To Marie Antoinette!!! Before they had her head decapitated!

Catita:
[holding a newborn baby] She must weight at least 10 pounds! But I'm talking about the heaviest pounds there are!

Catita:
[answering the phone with Mr. Fernando by her side] Alo! Pizzafrola's Residence, who is this?... What???!!! Mrs. Amalia!!!

Amalia Verdeales:
[on the phone, thinking his husband has died while travelling to Brazil] Don't be scared, Catita! It's me.

Catita:
[hesitating and stuttering, almost unable to speak] Mrs. Amalia!!! N... no... How are you Mrs. Amalia...?

Fernando Verdeales:
[whispering, to Catita] Don't tell her I'm here!!

Catita:
[back on the phone] He tells me not to tell you...

Fernando Verdeales:
Shut up! Talk to her, I want to listen! And don't tell her I'm alive!!

Catita:
[very nervous, she hands the extension line to Mr. Fernando and talks to the phone] Oh... yes... What a surprise!!! Where are you staying, ma'am?

Amalia Verdeales:
I'm at the Grand Palace Hotel, Catita. I just arrived. And since today is wednesday I figured you'd be at home, taking care of things.

Catita:
Why haven't you came home directly? I'm so anxious to gossip with you!

Amalia Verdeales:
Well, Mr. Fernando... is dead now, and it would be terrible for me going back to the house where we l saw him for the last time.

Catita:
[on the phone, hesitating] Mrs. Amalia... But... you see, it turns out... Mr. Fernando is not...

Fernando Verdeales:
[interrupting her and blocking the phone] Don't tell her I'm still alive!!

Catita:
But she's suffering like a donkey!!

Fernando Verdeales:
Suffering is good for people!!

Catita:
One can see nobody has ever stepped on your bunions in a bus full of people!!!

Catita:
[after one of the house staff is criticizing the lady of the house] ...you wash your mouth before talking about Mrs. Amalia's character, who's as good as an angel!! Why don't you better talk about Mr. Fernando's character, who's partying every night... while the saint of Mrs. Amalia... goes to parties every night, too.