Don Lope: Poor workers. Cheated and then beaten. Work is a curse, Saturno. Down with work that you have to do to survive. That work isn't honorable, as some say. All it does is fatten the exploiting swine. However, what you do for pleasure ennobles man. If only we could all work like that. Look at me, I'd rather be hanged than work! So, I live poorly, but I live without working.
Don Lope: After all, life isn't as dark as many believe. It's snowing heavily. But we're warm in here.
Tristana: I need something else.
Don Ambrosio: I've told you lots of times; get married.
Tristana: How can I marry him, if I can't stand the sight of him?
Don Ambrosio: You have to overcome that unhealthy passion. When he was really doing you harm, you accepted it without a word. And now, when he's behaving so well with you... What more can you ask for?
Tristana: The better he is, the less I love him.
Don Ambrosio: But that's irrational!
Tristana: Yes, I know that perfectly well.
Don Ambrosio: Be careful. There's something diabolical about that bitterness.