Don Serafín: That's my son. Or not... or yes, or what do I know.
Don Serafín: In the name of the Father, the Bun, and the Holy Toast. Right, I'm off.
[after witnessing Juantxo accidentally shoot the nipples clean out of a girly poster]
Pazos: Professional. Very professional.
[after accidentally snorting cocaine while conducting a wedding]
Sacerdote: Jesus H. Fucking Christ. Here's your sin of a wedding present.
[He hits Juantxo squarely in the face]
[why Pako is in shock and his nose is bleeding]
Konradín: It's probably the excess of cocaine, or the lack of sleep. The human body is a mystery!
Pazos: Villambrosa, who is a gentelman, told me that we must solve the question with pacifism. So A, the same as I say to yo one thing I say the another one. And B... beware because it will come to you C.