- Camarero Asador: [in a Basque restaurant] Tonight we have beans, mixed salad, peppers stuffed with txangurro, cod croquettes, scrambled egg with mushrooms, squid in its own ink, nape of hake and T-bone steak.
- Rafa: I'll have squid.
- Camarero Asador: You don't choose. That's the set meal. Here, you eat what there is.
- Rafa: [during confession, as Father Inaxio becomes more and more scandalized] My name isn't Antxon. I'm Rafael Quirós, from Santa Cruz, in Seville. Antxon was the name of Amaia's fiancé. They were going to get married, right? But the wedding was called off. I met Amaia this week in Seville. We kind of hit it off and I took her home to sleep with her. I admit it, Father, to commit a sin... one, or several, depending on how it went, because I'd been drinking, but not that much. I didn't consummate, she fell asleep and I didn't touch her, I swear I didn't. If I rubbed up against her a bit it was because the mattress is soft. I came here to see her and she told me to pretend to be Basque, to be her fiancé. Yesterday I said I was touching her waist. It was a lie. I touched her ass, as much of it as I could, and more. Make a note of that. Give me all the prayers you want, because I'm the new Andalusian leader of the kale borroka too. Don't worry, there's no wedding tomorrow. I'm going back to Seville. As soon as she's distracted, I'm on the bus. That's about it... Oh, last week I changed some skirting board for a friend and didn't charge him VAT. I know that's wrong, but I couldn't charge him. The day before I screwed his girlfriend. Father, are you OK?
- [first lines]
- Amaia: [in a bustling Sevillian tasca, slightly drunk] You want anything? I need a kalimotxo to put up with this.
- Edurne: You're not in Euskadi, Amaia.
- Amaia: You don't say! Really? I was so sure we were in Hernani.
- Iratxe: Come on, let's try to have some fun.
- Amaia: You could've taken me to Donosti, with a stripper and a dick on my head. "Have some fun", the way I love Andalusians and hair gel.
- Iratxe: That was the joke about the hen party.
- Amaia: Hang on, you are...? Sorry, I don't remember your name.
- Rafa: What do... What a joker. You Basques might be great at some things, but you can't tell jokes. "You are...?", she says.
- Amaia: I know you're the Sevillian.
- Rafa: I really don't like this tough nut role you're playing. Well, "I don't like", it's turning me on a bit... a lot... It's turning both of us on.