El marino de los puños de oro

Berroquell:
Write: Dear Pedro, semi-colon.

Alicia:
"Dear Pedro"? But he's not my dear, I do not love him.

Berroquell:
You do not love him nor you stop loving him, I'll take care of that. Look your mother, who could choose between your father and I, and she chose your father.

Alicia's mother:
You will love him, my dear.

Berroquell:
You see? You will love him.

Alicia:
Okey, but notice that I do it of necessity.

Berroquell:
And now write. Dear colon, semi-Pedro.

Berroquell:
Pedro! Ha, ha, ha, ha... But why the hell am I laughing, if I am furious with you?

Berroquell:
Say something!

Alicia:
And what should I tell Pedro?

Berroquell:
Exactly that: "Pedro!"

Alicia:
Pedro!

Berroquell:
When I tell you, you shout Pedro again. And if needed, you shout Pablo.