Pedro Aguilar with his own minivan. You've let me down.
It's not a minivan. It's an SUV, 700 horsepower.
But it doesn't make noise.
Because it's electric.
-What happened to your Porsche? -I have a son. No more racing.
I'll believe it when I see it.
But does this clanker have balls or not?
No, no, no, no. Not this again.
Oh come on. Don't be childish.
Pedro, no.
Pedro, no. Pedro!
No, please! Pedro! Shit!
Stop! Stop!
Oh fuck!
Oh God. Hey, are you crazy?
-I think my hair almost grew back. -I think I shit my pants.
Is it fast or what?
But it doesn't make noise. Even cars have been deconstructed.
Hello, love. I miss you.
Where are we going?
-Who the hell is that? -Uh, mm.
ALPHA MALES
That's incredible. AI.
Yeah, yeah. Very funny. You can laugh all you want, guys.
But this is the future.
And it's the healthiest relationship I've ever had.
Are you gonna have the kid with the algorithm or…?
What are you gonna name it? Tamagotchi?
Stop being assholes.
-I have a candidate. -Who? The overqualified one?
She just has to approve it. I'm waiting for the agency to call.
That means she's looking for more.
No. She told me she finds the dating scene terrible.
Doesn't that make you terrible since you're a part of the dating scene?
Oh!
Hey, Pedro, when are you gonna invite me for a beer?
Come on, I'm fucking fed up with chatting.
Mónica, what's up?
Peter's nonstop fucking!
Mónica, what's up? I would love to, but I can't till Sunday.
I'm spending the weekend with my friends.
Boys, come on! Let's go reclaim our manhood.
Let's get ourselves back to factory settings.
It's cool, right?
A weekend out in nature, sports, healthy food, yeah?
I need to rest and unplug for a bit, honestly. Ha ha!
I look into your eyes, and all I see are pieces of shit!
-What? -A disgrace to our gender!
"Oh, I wanna be a better husband. I wanna be a good father."
You're pieces of shit. That's all I see here!
Half of you won't make it to tomorrow.
You fairies!
What the hell is this?
A thousand bucks to insult us?
Well, well. Look here, whispering like a gossipy old lady.
Is there a problem?
No, no, no, no, no.
I mean, I understand your motivational vibe and all of that.
-But isn't this a little bit-- -A bit what?
A bit… mm.
I just wanna relax, yeah. And unplug a few days, you know and…
What's that? Hmm? What are they doing? Hey! What is this? Fuck!
Hey, please don't! Damn, I'm the client! I'm the clie-- help!
Holy fuck, it's cold! Fuck! This is freezing!
It's freezing cold, my God!
Anyone else wanna get in the Jacuzzi?
Let's begin, boys.
-You guys don't hate Marimar? -Uh-uh. I feel sorry for her.
I envy her.
I also want an imaginary friend to give my life meaning.
I wanna kill her.
Are we partying tomorrow night?
Because Luis is off at Alpha Male Camp all week.
Oh, so it's true then.
So, they deconstruct themselves,
and then they try to get back the manhood they deconstructed?
Like when we used to pluck our eyebrows, and then thick eyebrows came back,
so we got them tattooed on.
I figured Pedro was going away with his lover.
-Pedro has a lover? -Who knows? Could be several.
But are you guys together?
No, but it bothers me. He's being a bad dad.
Oh God.
Sweetheart, are you on the plane?
Hi, babe! Change of plans.
I've been invited to a big party. Why don't you come along with me?
-I mean, look at this amazing hotel. -Uh, to Dubai?
Fly in tomorrow and we'll leave the next day.
-I'll send a private jet. -Can friends come along?
I'm here with the girls.
-Hello! -Hi, there.
Please, come! You're all invited!
I don't know. I mean, it's 24 hours away.
Don't worry. I'll convince her. We're going.
Count me in. As a mother, self-care is very important.
I completely agree.
Daniela has a nanny. What are you gonna do with your kids?
Hmm.
Whoa!
Crawl, you worms!
I'm gonna beat some manhood into your ass!
Come on! Come on.
Come on. Go. Move.
Oh shit. No, my foot doesn't fit!
Stop dragging your asses, you girls!
Do you have gloves? I have soft hands.
Come on! Where is your testosterone?
Get up!
Have you been castrated?
Women can smell weakness.
They can feel your loser energy, and they abandon you.
Is that what you want?
For them to go off with another guy?
Or do you wanna fuck?
I asked you a question!
We wanna fuck.
-I can't hear you, damn it! -We wanna fuck!
Perfect, because I'm gonna fuck you in the ass!
We were spared from military service for this?
Fuck me!
-You're gonna leave us alone? -Let's go!
No, no, no, you're getting a chance to grow.
Listen, Daddy doesn't trust you guys, but Mommy's giving you the opportunity
to prove that you are both very responsible and mature.
I don't think we're prepared for this.
I am.
Listen, okay, Iris, Mommy got an acting gig.
Or I wouldn't go. Hmm?
Uh, if your father calls, tell him I went to go shopping.
Or I'm in the bathroom or the shower. I wanna surprise him.
Are you finally famous now?
-I'm working on it. Yes, I am. -Hmm.
If Pedro calls, tell him I'm shooting a commercial
or that I'm walking Gael in the park.
-Otherwise, he gets super annoying. -And what's the job you have in Dubai?
Ah, and I'm turning off the router because I don't want the cameras.
Just so you know, I'm happy to look after Gael,
but I'm working a lot of overtime.
Patri, do you think I'm a bad mother?
No, no. As long as you pay me more.
Welcome in. How can I help you?
Are you Álex? Your dad is Santiago Peralta?
Uh, yeah.
Eva, a candidate for your sibling's mother.
Oh cool. I signed him up.
Do you mind if I ask some questions about your father?
-Mm. No. No, but have a seat over here. -Ah!
What color eye shadow do you like?
I'm not sure. I don't wear makeup at all.
Well, for your cool undertones, I have this great lilac color.
Let's see.
Think about all your traumas,
what percentage would you say are your father's fault?
Uh, mm, 30%.
-Hmm. -Well, with the deadly gene thing, 50%.
Close your eyes.
-Where the fuck did you bring us, Raúl? -It looked better in the video.
-I think I'm getting a cold. -Is there a menu?
Check for a QR code.
Sure, it's right there next to the massage menu.
Yeah, and how do we scan it? They took away our phones.
I'm expecting a call from the agency.
Uh, but where's the silverware?
Uh, pardon me. Could you cook this a little bit more, please?
Shut your face, asshole.
It fucking mooed. This is unbelievable. Shit.
What was that?
The meat quality, it looks delicious. Hmm.
Very nice cut. No problem there.
But it's just that it's a little bit raw.
I mean, look right there. That's blood and--
Real men have always been carnivorous!
Your fucking ancestors, they hunted wooly mammoths!
Right, but then,
they must have cooked it a little bit over the fire.
Not at night! Not at night! Oh!
This emasculated society has turned you all into wimps,
completely incapable of surviving on your own.
But inside of here, you're still fucking animals.
-What are you? -Fucking animals!
I can't hear you, damn it!
What are you?
-Fucking animals! -Fucking animals!
Oh! The meat's tough!
Sergeant!
Are we really gonna sleep here?
I call top bunk.
What do you mean? Top bunk, huh? Let's leave.
These people are nuts, okay? They threw me into ice water.
Because your mouth.
I can't leave without the diploma. Marimar will wanna see it.
Come on. It's the first day. We'll adapt. Don't be pussies.
Patriarchal. And I want my phone back.
Go to sleep now, damn it!
What time is it?
Let's see. It's, uh, 8:30.
I can't sleep. I normally have my second wind margarita at eight.
Uh, Sergeant.
Uh, sorry to bother you, but I've been waiting for a very important phone call.
So, maybe I could get my phone back for a second?
Yeah, I was hoping to check on my son.
-I became a father recently. -Ah. You miss your baby?
-Gael. His name is Gael. -On the floor! I want 50 push-ups!
-Women raise the children, you pussy! -What a fucking asshole.
But I really insist.
Okay? It's just, I joined a co-parenting agency.
Co-parenting?
-Yeah. -What the fuck is that?
Well, it's an agency where they connect two people who want to be parents.
But you have to avoid all sex and romance.
Because, well, two people can still be parents without sleeping with each other.
How are you gonna have children without fucking?
You are destroying the family unit.
My wife couldn't agree more.
50 push-ups for you too, for kissing ass!
And you, you piece of shit, if you ask for your phone one more time,
I will stick it so far up your ass that when your mommy calls, you'll cum.
Do you understand?
-Are you laughing? -No.
Sorry, it's just. I'm sorry…
Well, it was just I…
I, uh, visualized my…
…phone ringing in the colon, and it was just like…
No!
Oh. Oh.
I was so close to being dry. Shit. Oh shit.
Shit, the dog! Shit, the fucking dog!
Are you feeling better?
No. I'm worried about Gael.
Please, let's get the hell out of here.
Hmm. They leave the fucking dogs out.
I mean, come on…
This is crazy. Do they know we're the clients?
This isn't cool, man. It's the first time I've been away from my son.
Don't worry, man. I'm sure he's happy with his mom.
What's up, Danielers?
I'm going to a party in Dubai
because for new mothers, you can't forget how important it is
to treat yourself as well.
All right, mommies? You can't forget about yourselves.
Mwah! Mwah! Well, there is my private jet flex.
To me, it seems like a waste of cash. And the pollution.
Good evening. I'm Esther, your flight attendant.
Welcome to Luz's golden cage.
Such a bitch.
We'll be flying at 30,000 feet
and downing three bottles of French champagne.
They're giving me a hard time for leaving my son.
If it was the father, they wouldn't say anything.
You're reading comments?
Maybe I'm going too far with all this self-care.
Good evening. Please fasten your seatbelts. We're taking off.
I bet she slept with the pilot.
-The pilot's a woman? -Yeah, what's wrong?
Well, I, uh, think women are skilled,
but I don't know. More in other areas.
Everybody up, right now.
You have one minute to line up outside!
-What the hell? -What time is it?
4:30.
What's wrong with this guy?
-Raúl, I'm gonna kill you. -Move your asses!
Not me. Kill Marimar.
She doesn't love you.
Grab your fucking backpacks and get in the water!
Into the water!
Come on, come on, come on!
Get in the water. Come on, come on, come on!
Did they put more ice in it? It was cold enough the way it was.
Get in the water!
Fucking animals!
What's the hold up?
Into the water with your fucking backpacks!
Bastard.
Oh God. Oh God!
-You, where are you going? -Huh?
You trying to fool me?
No, no, no, no, Sarge. It's just very cold.
Do you see some sort of sign saying "I'm a fucking asshole" on my face?
No, sir. Not at all, you seem very smart.
-In the water! -Oh!
It's just I have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
-I don't care! Into the water. Let's go! -Oh! No, no!
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!
-Don't get out until I tell you! -This is bad for my health!
Nothing could be better.
What's your name, asshole?
It's, uh, Santiago…
-Santiago. Santiago say, "I'm a man." -S-Santiago.
-I'm a man. -I'm a warrior!
I'm a warrior! Sergeant. I'm a man! I'm a Santiago!
-I'm a warrior! Oh! -You're a fucking piece of human shit!
-Get running! -Oh! Oh shit!
Oh shit. I'm a warrior! Oh! Uh…
I'm Santiago!
L-long live Spain!
Hello.
-Oh my love. -It's crazy.
This is the life I deserve.
-A manta ray! -Hello.
Couldn't you find a room that had a rainforest too?
What you really mean to say, honey,
is, "Great plan. Thank you. You're the best wife in the world."
You're the best wife in the world!
-Exactly. -No, hang on. I'm checking the hashtag.
-What? -Son of a bitch.
Holy shit.
Uh, does your maid breastfeed your son?
No, no, no. Tell them that the baby isn't Gael, okay?
That Patri has twins.
You've posted a million photos with him, idiot. Don't lie. You'll make it worse.
The eco-diaper people wanna cancel my contract.
Why do you even post your son on social media?
I'm an Instamom, so I need an Instakid.
Ah! A shark!
Careful. He could sue you when he grows up.
-Wait, me? -Mm-hmm.
This is included, right?
-I'm going back to Spain. -Why? I mean, the damage is already done.
Exactly. Now what you need to do is grab a beer and find yourself a boy toy.
Well, the party is only women and no alcohol.
Wh-what do you mean, no alcohol?
God.
"Have fun with ladies while feeling safe."
What kind of shitty party is this?
Well, it's supposed to be a safe space.
It's safe, but it's boring. I get no men, but no alcohol? Come on.
When there aren't men around, that's when you get drunk in peace.
Don't you think or…?
Uh, I… I need the bathroom.
This is so depressing.
Oh God! I've lost 5,000 followers already.
Put your phone away.
-No, no, no. -Yeah.
Ugh. I'm really starting to hate steak.
-I would be fine with a protein shake. -This thing, I don't get it.
-It's for coming in last place. -Yep.
A pink headband is nothing to be ashamed of.
I'm leaving this place tonight.
-You asshole. You're abandoning me? -What about the dogs?
This is completely absurd.
Why shouldn't we be allowed to leave? We're the clients.
You guys, we're the clients.
Again, with the clients!
Did anyone read the consent form when we got here?
-Does anyone ever read anything? -It doesn't matter. It's coerced consent.
Santi, you're staying with me.
I stayed for your deconstruction course till it was finished.
Patrick didn't throw you into ice water.
Nor did he humiliate you with a crown from a quinceañera.
-Well, reconstruction is hard. -I don't want to!
Quit bitching. We have one day left. We have to finish.
Plus, tomorrow's the extreme survival challenge.
What are you? A Marine?
I don't know, but I'm enjoying all this.
I feel more… more manly. You know?
If it works for Luis.
Oh God.
-Yeah. -I'm looking for Santi.
He's not here. Who's this?
It's Eva, a candidate from the co-parenting agency.
Right, come on in.
-Hello. -Hey.
-I'm Blanca, Santi's ex. -Nice to meet you.
I wanted to see how he lives.
'Cause I'm figuring out whether he's a good option for a father.
-I guarantee you he's not. Come inside. -Mm-hmm.
I mean, he's a nice guy, okay?
Did he tell you about the ten bodies on Tinder?
For getting over you?
-I was number ten, which says it all. -Oof.
We're not together, okay? But I'm not going anywhere.
I won't take care of your kid, understand?
You're really off the rails, huh?
Going wild.
-Paz, we need to talk, okay? -Well, I'm glad it's coming out.
What does that mean?
You're not loving the married life. I get it, but at least you could say it.
Communicate.
Paz, I need to feel like I have my own space, my own life, my own time.
Okay, okay. Let's open the relationship.
But if we do, I've only got one boundary.
Don't fuck that moron Raúl. It'll bum me out.
But wait, you want to open the marriage?
I only want one thing, for you to be happy.
Crisis averted. Let's go dance.
Ulises invited all of his friends, and they're having a party over here.
What?
And he found the key to the cabinet and is drinking all your alcohol.
Tell him he's in big trouble. That mom is working, but when I get home…
He can't hear me. He's lying on the ground.
-I'll send you videos. -Lying on the ground? What do you mean?
What's wrong?
Oh my God!
Ulises. Ulises?
-Iris? -What do I do?
-Ulises… -Huh?
-Call 911. No, no, no, no, no. -Call Dad?
Not your father, no. Hang on. Um, wait. I'll call you right back.
What's happening?
Of all the days, my idiot son chose tonight
for his first blackout.
See, they're too young to be left there all by themselves. I told you.
Shut up! You're not a mother.
-What about calling a neighbor. -No, she's a gossip.
Uh, I don't know what I'm doing. Oh, my baby.
Iris!
Mom, don't worry. I called Marimar.
-What's wrong? -What?
She's a nurse. She said she's coming right away.
-What is it? What's happening? -Can I borrow your plane?
All right, let's go.
-Are you guys coming? -What?
Seriously? You're ghosting?
You are a shitty friend.
Shh!
Ask them for my phone when you guys leave.
Let's just talk to him. We'll ask Sarge to let us go.
Yeah, do that. You distract them.
No way. Let's just go already.
Santi, you'll end up in the Jacuzzi again.
Come on. You coming, or what?
Yeah, relax.
What do you mean relax? Let's go.
-Where are you going? -See you later.
What do you mean, "see you later"?
Shit! The dogs!
Oh shit!
Down, boy.
-Oh! Heel! -Oh shit.
Good boy. Good dog. Okay.
Sarge, it's me Santiago.
Uh…
No, no, no! Release!
Get down! Oh! Good dog. Good dog.
Sergeant.
Uh, sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry!
-What did he say? -Oh shit. Fuck.
Uh, nothing. Uh, he was busy.
Hmm. What do you mean, busy?
Well, he was watching a movie with one of his lackeys.
On the sofa… cozied up under a little blanket.
-Oh! They're gay! -Hey, shh! Shut up!
I did not say that.
All I did was describe what I saw.
They'll murder us now. Come on, let's go.
Without the diploma?
Fuck the stupid diploma!
Where are you going? Pedro took the car. Go to sleep.
We'll hitchhike. A trucker will pick us up.
We're in the woods.
-What if we see a wild boar? -What happened to Captain Commando?
We're staying. What's the worst that can happen?
It's not like you saw anything weird.
Oh shit.
Oh shit!
Why's the fucking alarm on?
Patricia, it's okay.
-Sir, you scared me to death! -Why is the alarm on?
I'm really scared to be alone in this big house at night.
You're by yourself? Where's Daniela?
Cynthia, I can't just make a posting I have breast cancer, come on.
I already made a mess with that chemical submission thing.
Don't worry about Ulises. I gave him thiamine and glucose serum.
He's conscious and calm.
I'm grateful. Thanks, Marimar. I'm coming home now. I'll be there soon.
Don't rush. I'll stay until you get here.
How much longer?
-Three hours. -Hit the gas. Fucking go!
Get up, you pussies!
Everybody out!
You may have noticed that today, there's only 11 of us.
Last night, a piece of shit gave up and ran away.
It happens every time we do this.
So now we're going to add his cowardly rat face to our collection.
Are there any more rats among us?
Does anyone else wanna carry that shame around for the rest of their life?
Then put on your fucking backpacks and into the water!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Today, you're gonna sweat blood!
Santiago, not you. Come with me.
No. Today, I feel like running, you know, Sarge?
I feel like taking a cold plunge as well. I find it very refreshing.
-I said come with me! -No, but--
Should we save him?
I didn't see anything.
Okay, I swear. I'm a sleepwalker.
So it looks like I'm awake.
But I don't see. I don't hear anything, okay?
Besides, people can do whatever they want when they're off the clock.
Everyone's cozied up under a blanket with a friend.
Juanan and I met eight years ago in the Paratroopers Brigade,
Fifth Infantry Regiment.
Since then we've been… good friends.
Uh, it's good to have friends. I have three.
No, by friends, I mean close.
Very… close friends.
Yeah… so like, Brokeback Mountain, sir?
What's that?
-Oh, a movie, very good. -I haven't seen it.
Ah, ooh, well, you'd like it.
I'm a Marvel guy.
Ah, those as well. Those are very good as well.
They're just a bit more sexist.
Santiago, I'm married with three children, and this business puts food on the table.
Oh, don't worry.
-I will give you a great Google review. -I don't give a fuck about that.
Just keep your fucking mouth closed.
Yes, yes, patriarchal pact.
What is that?
Uh, I'll keep my fucking mouth closed.
Hmm.
Isn't it hard to live like that?
Leading a double life and hiding your feelings
behind a facade of toxic masculinity?
Of course it is, fuck! How could it not be?
So why is it a secret?
'Cause I'm a man. And men are not supposed to show emotions.
Well, you spend all day yelling, and really,
anger is an emotion as well.
You're confusing me. Enough!
No, no, no, no. Don't shut down. Come on, let's talk.
These days, a man is something different.
Don't you get tired of carrying all that armor?
I mean, yeah…
Well, now we can be ourselves.
And you can be vulnerable,
because being a man doesn't mean you can't cry.
Oh good, good, good, good.
Good. That's it. Let it all out.
That's right. Don't hold back. Mm.
Ulises, honey, Mommy's here!
Iris.
Uh, um, hello.
Uh…
Oh. I must have fallen asleep, sorry.
Well, thank you, Marimar.
-No problem. -You can go now.
No, no, no, thanks, but she runs hot.
Hey, here's the thing. Listen.
-Oh! Ooh! -I need a favor.
Can you please not tell Luis about this?
It's just, I didn't tell him I was working out of town, all right?
An acting role. Just a small job I got.
-It's okay. My lips are sealed. -Great.
You're so nice, Marimar.
You'd do the same thing for me.
Sure, bye.
-What happened to manning up? -And you?
What happened to watching our son?
Pedro, let it go. I have enough problems as it is.
If you have to leave, tell me.
We're not a couple, so you don't have to hide your excursions.
You're one to talk, right?
-What am I hiding from you? -Why don't you tell me?
What?
I'll be right back.
Huh?
Hello. What's up? No Pedro?
Look, babe, just go ahead and fuck him, but leave me out of it.
What do you mean?
-I know you took the photo. -What photo?
With the maid breastfeeding my son. Don't act innocent.
What are you talking about?
Show me the pictures.
-Let go of my phone. What are you doing? -Show me the pictures!
-Unlock it! -No.
-Unlock it! -No. No way!
-Oh my God. What a psycho. -Don't be fooled by my Instamom account.
I will cut you, all right?
Here, sweetie, come on.
Where's Santi?
-The firing squad. -Seriously?
Attention, squad!
Now, Sergeant Barbero is feeling unwell,
so he put me in charge of leading this training session.
So we're officially transitioning
to a very new concept of what it means to be a man.
Huh?
First exercise!
Grab the person next to you and give them a big hug.
Listen up, damn it! Start hugging each other!
What the hell is this? Get the fuck off me!
No, no! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'll hug him. I'll hug him!
Come on!
I will beat the deconstruction into you cadets!
Does she wanna open the relationship
because she loves me, or is she sick of me?
-Why did you open it with Raúl? -'Cause I don't believe in monogamy.
Like I don't believe Marimar's a saint.
-This again. -Luz, she wants my life.
She wants to steal my husband and kids. Because she can't have them.
Easy on Marimar. She did you a favor, for God's sake.
Exactly! I wanna hate her, but she makes it too hard,
so I hate her even more.
You're a mess.
Damn right. But at least here I can be a drunk mess.
Finally. I was about to leave.
Rafa, this is harassment.
Wait a second. Just listen. I need a change in my life.
You got that right.
You wanna open a restaurant together?
Leave me alone, damn it! Stop following me!
I'll report you!
I have money, Raúl.
Hey, how did it go?
It went well. Here, look at this.
Okay. Way to go, my love.
I already was, but you can always be a little more heterosexual.
Oh, hey, the police came by with a notification.
What did you do?
Huh? Nothing.
CRIME: SEXUAL ASSAULT
Oh right. It's a speeding ticket.
I was going a little fast, and they got me.
How fast were you driving?
And how are you, princess?
Bad.
I went over to Child Protective Services,
and they told me that we're too old to adopt a baby.
Oh honey.
Oh, hey! It's the alpha male. Did your balls drop yet?
Oh, I can smell the testosterone.
You are such a dumb person
that you don't even realize how dumb you are.
-Yes! Oh! -What?
Eva picked me. I'm gonna be a dad.
-This is awesome! Yes! -Are you serious? I don't get it.
Hello, hi, um, so I just noticed the match.
Yeah, well, now what happens?
Uh, do I transfer the 400 euros to you in exchange for her number or…
Don't pay them. She's been here, to the house.
-What? -I'll give you her number.
For 300 euros.
This is so good, my God!
-That one came from the heart. -Oh!
Good boy. You're earning points. Nice.
-Mónica, before this goes any further. -Yes.
I wanna clarify some things I didn't tell you before.
-'Cause you wanted to get laid? -Ooh yeah. Mm!
I live with my ex because we have a baby, but we aren't together.
I mean, that's all in the past because she didn't really care about me.
She treated me like shit.
Yeah, well, that's what an ex usually does.
And living together is just temporary.
Yeah.
No fucking way! Is that her?
No, no, no, no. It's not my house.
That's the other thing. Excuse me for a moment?
Hey, where am I right now?
What are you doing?
-Oh shit! Fuck, man, my cardiomyopathy. -I'm with a girl from Tinder.
Didn't we agree this wasn't a bachelor pad?
-Get the hell out. -What are you doing?
No, no, no. I'm going to watch a show. Blanca wouldn't let me have the remote.
I'll be quiet.
-Guys, what are you doing here? -You too?
I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd clean the bathrooms.
I'm still totally hyped from the bootcamp, and you know…
-You're all meeting up without me? -No one's meeting. Get out.
I was gonna play PlayStation because Marimar is asleep.
No, no, I got here first.
-It's my remote. -Raúl! No way.
But I'm really stressed out since that fucking hostess reported me
for giving her a little peck, so…
-Oh, and why did you give her a peck? -Because we were celebrating, okay?
Diego gave her one too. Why didn't she report Diego?
He's gay. So she doesn't feel assaulted.
Okay, well, I'm bisexual. So I'm a semi-aggressor?
Would you get out of here?
Okay, but didn't Patrick make it very clear
that all men are potential sexual aggressors?
-Who wants margaritas? -Uh, Pedro…
Coming.
I won't wash the sheets for him.
Just one. sh the sheets for him.