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Sor Rata de Callejón: There are as many kinds of kisses as kinds of love; the paternal kiss on the forehead, the kiss on the eyes full of peace, the amusing kiss on the nose, the friendly kiss on the cheek. All of these are somewhat anodyne, but they could be taken as tempting invitations to more perfidious ones, such as the indiscreet kiss on the throat, or the coaxing kiss in the ear which is like being told a secret. And finally there is the kiss on the lips. "A kiss means nothing," say the thoughtless. Perhaps not, if you are cold as ice and your companion, lacking in ardor, lets you escape easily from his embrace. But if that kiss has filled you with delieght, bear in mind that it has moved him even more strongly and awoken all the strength of his desire.
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Antonia's daughter: Aren't you a nun?
Yolanda Bel: No, I'm a whore.
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Marquise: And anyway, I have no money. You may not have heard here about the economic crisis.
Superiora: You're a millionairess!
Marquise: To survive, one needs to be. And I don't want just to survive, I want to live life now!
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Superiora: One of the bases of our community is self-mortification and humiliation. That's why we have such bizarre-sounding names: Sister Manure, Sister Rat, Sister Damned, Sister Snake. Man will not be saved until he realizes he is the most despicable being ever created.
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Sor Rata de Callejón: Are you going out?
Superiora: Yes, I have to pay a visit.
Sor Rata de Callejón: Where to?
Superiora: I'm going to blackmail the Marquise.
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Sor Estiércol: [as she is eating a piece of cake] Eating this is like taking communion. Jesus appeared to me while I was making it; He offered me his wounds to suck, like a swallow.
Sor Rata de Callejón: That's called a hallucination!
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Superiora: Very soon, this place will be full of murderesses, drug addicts, prostitues, just like before.
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Antonia: It's too late to change; your place is here. And where could you go? You're 48 years old.
Sor Rata de Callejón: I beg your pardon, but I'm only 47!
Antonia: [as her sister brushes away the plant by her face] Move over a bit! The plant keeps hitting you in the mustache!
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Superiora: It's our best room. I hope you like it.
Yolanda Bel: It's really nice.
Superiora: I could bring a Mick Jagger poster if you prefer it.
Yolanda Bel: Everything's fine.
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Superiora: The Marquise has fallen to the worst vice. Stinginess.
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Superiora: What are you doing?
Yolanda Bel: Breaking with my past. I want to start again, without drugs or memories.
Superiora: Neither of them is easy to avoid.
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Superiora: Offer up your suffering for our sins.
Yolanda Bel: My only sin is to love you too much.
Superiora: Don't say that.
Yolanda Bel: God helps those who love.
Superiora: And those who suffer.
Yolanda Bel: Of all the women I've known. I understand you the least.
Superiora: That's why you're hooked.
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Superiora: You're full of surprises.
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Superiora: The only jewels which adorn the brides of Jesus are the thorns and the cross. I have sinned! I must be punished!
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Superiora: God? Where is he? God has forsaken me. I beg him for forgiveness and shelter, but he hides.
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Superiora: Good news, Sister. We'll have a big party. We'll show the new Mother General that we're not beaten. You'll have some acid tonight.
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Antonia's daughter: I've got Mom's press clippings.
Sor Rata de Callejón: Let me see them.
Antonia's daughter: They're here.
Sor Rata de Callejón: [reading] "Concha Torres, magnificent." "Concha Torres, a literary genius." "Concha Torres, a sociological phenomenon according to Gabriel Garcia Marquez." Look at that!
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Marquise: You are disgusting.
Superiora: Insult me if that helps you. Words don't scare me.
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Superiora: Thanks for singing at my party. You were so obscene!
Yolanda Bel: I'm glad you liked it. I sang it for you.
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Madre General: What's going on? They all seem so vague.
Marquise: They can't face the fact that things have to change.
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Madre General: The Mother Superior has gone way over the limit. Those horrible names! Sister Rat, Sister Manure. It's over.
Marquise: I thought that was amusing.
Madre General: I disapprove of humiliation. The nearest thing to pride is an excess of humility.
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Madre General: So you are going to Africa?
Sor Rata de Callejón: I suppose so.
Madre General: I want a detailed report on everything that happens. I've heard things which disturb me. Three women alone in the jungle with one chaplain surrounded by savages. The flesh is weak.
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