- Kalibanos: I am Kalibanos.
- Dolores: I am Dolores.
- Kalibanos: I like your melones.
- Dolores: [flattered] Thank you.
- Kalibanos: And your bumba.
- Dolores: You're so strong. So beautifully - primitive. What's a bumba?
- Kalibanos: This!
- [seizes her buttocks]
- Dolores: You have charisma.
- Kalibanos: My charisma is growing like mountain flower in springtime.
- Dolores: And you're a poet.
- Kalibanos: I'm a singer.