Mujeres que bailan1949

Catita:
[seeing her friend is writing a letter] Are you going to write?

Graciela:
Yes, to my parents. It's been a week since my last letter.

Catita:
I don't know why you still don't tell the truth to your ma and your pa. Some day they'll learn about everything.

Graciela:
I prefer they don't for as long as possible. They still believe I'm resting. If they knew there are days we barely manage to eat...

Catita:
How low have we downfell!! Do you remember about our dreams of dancing Sylphide and the Pizzicatto polka? Broken dreams, they call it!

Graciela:
[getting upset] Catita! For God's sake!!

Catita:
God! If you only had listened to me from the beggining!!

Graciela:
Listening you?

Catita:
Didn't I tell you to drop the dance career and to marry that Doctor?

Graciela:
You did?

Catita:
Well... I didn't but I thought about it, which is the same thing!

Graciela:
Please, stop teasing me!!

Catita:
Art!! What is it good for when you have no food to fill your abdomen??

Graciela:
That's the least of my worries now.

Catita:
What?? You tell me that when we both end up dying at the hospital!!

Graciela:
Stop it!! Stop it!! Don't say that!!!

Catita:
I just say it to give you some optimism!! If I don't do it you get all depressed!!