Mes chers voisins

Julia: So kill me, too and stop boring me with your sermons. You're a fraud and a thief, like me, like everybody.

Emilio: No, I'm not a thief. I'm not a thief. I have a right to it, I do. We did the sports lottery together. I helped him guess the scores. He asked me for advice. He said..."Sporting against Real Sociedad"... And I... I... I said..."Tie". I don't know, it just came out of my mouth. No one else in Spain marked "Tie". Just me. I said, "Tie". When I heard he'd won the jackpot, I was glad. I swear I was glad. And he didn't want to share. As if we didn't exist. We were neighbours. A lifetime together, meeting in the elevator, in the bar... It meant nothing to him. He could have given us part, or just gifts. But no, he wanted it all for himself, the Goddamn greedy fucker. I've dreamt about this moment ever since. If I hadn't spoken, if I'd shut my mouth, if I hadn't said "Tie"... the bastard wouldn't have ruined our lives.