Mana a Mana

Mana Ana:
How stubborn you are, sister. Once you get an idea in your head no one can get it out.

Mana Aurora:
I inherited my stubbornness from Grandpa... When he decided he was a frog, he squatted in a corner for a whole month, croaking.

Mana Ana:
That wasn't stubbornness, that was craziness.

Mana Ana:
You're so stubborn it's irritating

Mana Aurora:
I took after Grandpa... you know when Grandpa decided he was an automobile, he spent the whole day drinking gasoline and running all through the house... burrum... burrum...

Mana Ana:
But Grandpa wasn't stubborn, he was crazy.

Mana Ana:
You're so stubborn it's irritating.

Mana Aurora:
I took after Grandpa. You remember when he decided he was a ripe guava and kept climbing the tree and throwing himself to the ground, all day long.

Mana Ana:
But Grandpa wasn't stubborn, he was crazy.

Mana Aurora:
Hello Hollywood... hello world... hello Cannes. Prepare the Golden Palm. Prepare the Silver Lettuce. Prepare the Diamond Broccoli, for here I come.

Mana Ana:
God has him in a fine place in Heaven, I'm sure.

Mana Aurora:
If he's in Heaven he's swiping the cherubs' bowls of oatmeal, and if in Hell he's using an imp's pitchfork to barbecue a steak

Mana Ana:
Have you forgotten the day he got plastered and sat on the clock on the church tower, saying he was a cuckoo?

Mana Aurora:
And every time the clock struck, he'd sing cuckoo...cuckoo...cuckoo.

Mana Aurora:
Oh sister...after all we're not old and it's not a sin if we pretty ourselves up a little. Even old ladies are using makeup ...

Mana Ana:
But it's not a custom in our family.

Mana Aurora:
Well, running away with sailors wasn't a custom in our family, but Aunt Raquel did it.

Census taker:
You misunderstood. I asked if besides this house you have any other real estate: houses, buildings, land.

Mana Ana:
Oh yes, we do have a piece of land.

Census taker:
Where is it located?

Mana Ana:
Ara?? Cemetary.