Eat quickly so you won't be late for school. -Honey, pass me the margarine? -Of course, darling.
Thank you. Why is the margarine hard, honey? Because it was in the fridge so it won't go bad, Marcio.
I see. How am I supposed to spread this hard shit? Should I use a blowtorch or something?
-I can heat it up for you. -No. Fuck it.
Why do that? Why should the margarine I buy be the way I like? -I'm sorry.
-No! This happens all the time! Stop fighting!
He's fucking crying! Stop crying! -You gave me a gay son!
-Stop, Marcio! I'm not gay! It's your fault she dresses like a slut!
-I'm not hungry. I'm leaving. -Stay here!
You can't go dressed as a slut! You'll get raped, and I'll have to deal with it! Go have breakfast with your other family, fucker!
At least they don't give me grief, fuckers! -I'm sorry, Mr Marcio. -What?
The neighbor asked you to move your car. -I'll go fix this shit. -No!
No! -Put the gun away, Marcio! -That shit is gay!
Fuck all this shit! Everyone in this family can go fuck themselves! A TRADITIONAL MARGARINE FOR A TRADITIONAL FAMILY What's for breakfast, Mom?
Whatever is in the fridge, Gustavo. I'm not your maid. Mom, we ran out of yoghurt?
Didn't you buy some yesterday? I bought it with my money and it's over. I ate it all.
Is there a problem? I'm a blowfish. Are you happy?
You ruined my body! Are you happy? -Where's that shit?
-Guys. . .
-Easy, Mom. -I'm sorry, Mom. -Your mother is in a mood -I'm what?
Say that again. Suely, calm down. I'm just talking.
-I'm going to kill you! -Mom, the knife! You limp dick!
You don't fucking do shit in this house!
