Lucía y el sexo

Luc?a:
Which do you prefer? Wild sex with a stranger? Or sex with someone you know, someone you love, but also wild?

Lorenzo:
What?

Luc?a:
You have to choose. Wild sex with a stranger, or wild sex with someone who's crazy about you, and who you love? Go ahead. Be frank.

Lorenzo:
With you.

Luc?a:
Finally...

Carlos:
This really isn't an island.

Luc?a:
It isn't?

Carlos:
It's a giant lid. A floating piece of earth. Like a raft.

Luc?a:
But it isn't moving.

Carlos:
People get dizzy here during high tide. And no one knows why.

Luc?a:
Except you.

Carlos:
I've dived underneath the whole island. It's totally hollow. Thousands of caves, but nothing else. Not a single rock connects it to the sea floor.

Pepe:
[At Lorenzo's birthday party] Well, the baby girl was born in Madrid. But she was conceived on a beach, on an island, a night like tonight, with a stranger from Madrid. It was his birthday. If you write this well, it'll be the story of your life. And my birthday gift to you.

Lorenzo:
The first advantage is at the end of the story. It doesn't finish, it falls in a hole. And the story starts again halfway. The other advantage, and the biggest, is that you can change course along the way... If you let me. If you give me time.

Elena:
All the time you want.