Tinta roja

Faundez:
F*** those motherf***in' mediocre college teachers!

Faundez:
A man that doesn't f*** is a public danger.

Alfonso:
...so now what, you want to write a chronicle about abandoned children uh, about motherf***in' fathers!

Faundez:
I'll pay for everything, including the whores!

Van Gogh:
Don Saul, let me hug you, you are a great boss!

Alfonso:
What about the erect penis?

Faundez:
You are a pain, damn it! How you gonna cut a dick that's dead?

Alfonso:
Well, maybe.

Faundez:
Maybe. Can I write now, or are you gonna bother me with your gay talk?

Alfonso:
Can I come wearing jeans?

Ortega:
You can come in your bare ass if you want to.

Faundez:
And by the way, when was the last time you dip wet your weasel?

Alfonso:
I beg your pardon?

Faundez:
When was the last time you had a quick one?

Faundez:
Damn, I'm horny as a boiling kettle!

Valeria:
Let's dance, this one is good.

Alfonso:
Later.

Valeria:
Later on I won't wanna dance. I would like to do some "little things".

Valeria:
Come on really, let's dance. Later on I can take care of your feet too.

Roxana:
[about her affair with Faundez]... and I don't know why I am still going out with that crazy dick old bastard. You tell me why the f*** hasn't he showed for work yet, uh?