Hector Quotes in The Fast and the Furious (2001)
Hector: Wait, hold up, hold up. Look at this snowman right here, man.
Hector: [walks over to Brian] Sweet ride! Whatcha runnin' under there, man?
Hector: [Brian grins] You're gonna make me find out the hard way?
Brian: Hell yeah!
Hector: You're brave! You're brave! They call me Hector. Gotta last name too, but I can't pronounce it
Brian: [shakes Hectors hand] Brian Spilner.
Hector: Typical white boy name, know what I mean?
Vilain: Now we know where it is. Right. Right.
Hector: Okay. I know what to do.
Vilain: Good, I want the plutonium out in three days.
Hector: Three days?
Vilain: I have people ready to pay four million a kilo now. Three days.
Hector: [shoots a tired mine worker] Anybody else tired?
[Upon finding a decaying toe]
Hector: Is this the man that was killed?
Sheriff Hank Keough: He seemed... taller.
Hector: You got to fire your big gun. Did it meet your expectations?
Sheriff Hank Keough: Overrated.
[to the sheriff]
Hector: You know, sheriff, when friends or family say certain things, they tend not to register. So it helps to hear it from a complete stranger... you're fat.
Hector: Splendid lake, eh? Became a man on a lake like this. Rubber raft, Sophie Blake... She gave like a cow.
Hector: Didn't think we'd see you out so soon... Hey man, it's good to see ya! I've just been taking care of a little business, you know?
Fraker: I can see that...
Hector: You said I should.
Fraker: Did I?
Fraker: [Gang restrains Hector] This is the sticker head. And you're the sticky!
[Fraker stabs Hector in the throat with a switch blade]
Razorhead Member: Do you trust him?
Hector: Like I trust a vampire to give me a blow job.
Hector: The mind is a terrible thing to waste - don't make me waste yours.
Hector: Back in Middle School... YOU kicked ass!
Hector: How are us Latins gonna learn English if the teachers don't show up?
[Ms. Connors smacks both Cody and Hector off their bikes]
Ms. Connors: Here I am, boys.
Cody: Shoot her!
[Hector fires an rounds from an automatic gun at Ms. Connors; Hector chuckles, but Ms. Connors laughs, as the bullets have no effect on her]
Cody: Shoot her again!
[Hector fires again]
Hector: [yells] Die, you fuckin' bitch!
[Ms. Connors induce laughter as the bullets have no effect on her again]
Hector: Let's get the hell outta here!
[Ms. Connors activates her XT-6 defense hardware as Cody stabs her with a switchblade knife, revealing herself to be an android]
Ms. Connors: You're gonna need more than that, boys.
Billy: I'll tell you what. I'll give you a choice. You play me in chess or you box El Angelito.
Hector: Okay. I'll box El Angelito. W-w-wait, uh, who is El Angelito?
Hector: I wanna take on Robert and you can get me there, right?
Billy: [laughs] That's powerful ambitious, right there! That's just this side of stupid!
[Without warning, Billy slaps Hector hard across the face]
Hector: [incredulous] What'd you do that for?
Billy: [flatly and without blinking] A wasp.
Billy: This fighter has all the speed you're gonna have to deal with with Robert.
Hector: [espying his latest opponent] I ain't fighin' no girl. Come on!
Billy: Yes, you are.
Hector: Whadda ya want me to kiss her or something?
Billy: I don't care what you do with her - after you spar with her.
[while playing chess, Billy slaps Hector hard across the face without warning]
Hector: [incredulous] What the hell was that?
Billy: The wasp again.
Hector: I didn't hear no wasp.
Billy: What, do you want me to let him sting you? Huh?
[Still playing chess, Billy slaps Hector hard across the face without warning]
Hector: What the fuck?
Billy: Look, you've got to think under pressure. You've got to learn to concentrate when you're gettin' clobbered from all sides.
Hector: You say you're willing to die for love but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!
Hector: All my life I've lived by a code and the code is simple: honor the gods, love your woman and defend your country. Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!
Paris: Do you love me, brother? Will you protect me from any enemy?
Hector: Last time you spoke to me like this, you were 10 years old and you'd just stolen Father's horse. What have you done now?
Achilles: Go home, prince. Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow, we'll have our war.
Hector: You speak of war as if it's a game. But how many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they'll never see again?
Achilles: Perhaps your brother can comfort them. I hear he's good at charming other men's wives.
Hector: I've seen this moment in my dreams. I'll make a pact with you. With the gods as our witnesses, let us pledge that the winner will allow the loser all the proper funeral rituals.
Achilles: There are no pacts between lions and men.
[stabs spear into ground, and takes off helmet, throwing it to the side]
Achilles: Now you know who you're fighting.
Hector: [takes off helmet and throws it aside] I thought it was you I was fighting yesterday. And I wish it had been, but I gave the dead boy the honor he deserved.
Achilles: You gave him the honor of your sword. You won't have eyes tonight; you won't have ears or a tongue. You will wander the underworld blind, deaf, and dumb, and all the dead will know: This is Hector. The fool who thought he killed Achilles.
Agamemnon: I see you're not hiding behind your high walls. Valiant of you. Ill-advised, but valiant.
Hector: You come here uninvited. Go back to your ships and go home.
Agamemnon: We've come too far, Prince Hector.
Menelaus: Prince? What prince? What son of a king would accept a man's hospitality, eat his food, drink his wine, embrace him in friendship, and then steal his wife in the middle of the night?
Paris: The sun was shining when your wife left you.
Menelaus: She's up there, watching, isn't she? Good. I want her to watch you die.
Agamemnon: Not yet, brother. Look around you, Hector. I brought all the warriors of Greece to your shores.
Nestor: You can still save Troy, young prince.
Agamemnon: I have two wishes. If you grant them, no more of your people need die. First, you must give Helen back to my brother. Second, Troy must submit to my command, to fight for me whenever I call.
Hector: You want me to look upon your army and tremble? Well I see them. I see 50,000 men brought here to fight for one man's greed.
Agamemnon: Careful boy, my mercy has limits.
Hector: And I've seen the limits of your mercy and I tell you now, no son of Troy will ever submit to a foreign ruler.
Agamemnon: Then every son of Troy shall die.
Hector: Fight me!
Achilles: Why kill you now, Prince of Troy, with no-one here to see you fall?
[from director's cut]
Priam: When you were very young, you came down with scarlet fever. Your little hand was so hot. The healer said you would not last the night. I went down to Apollo's temple, and I prayed until the sun came up. That walk back to the palace was the longest of my life. When I went into your mother's room, and you were sleeping in her arms, your fever had broken. I promised that day to dedicate my life to the gods, I will not break my promise. For 30 years I have worked for peace, *thirty* years. Paris is a fool sometimes, I know that, but I will fight a thousand wars before letting him die.
Hector: Forgive me father, but you won't be the one fighting.
Hector: [Feeling guily about killing Patrocolus] I killed a boy today. He was young; too young.
Hector: [to priest] Bird signs? You want to plan out strategy based on bird signs?
Hector: Yesterday the Greeks underestimated us. We should not return the favor.
Helen: I can't ask anyone to fight for me. I'm no longer queen of Sparta.
Hector: You're a princess of Troy now.
Hector: And, my brother needs you tonight.
Hector: Make him swing and miss; he'll tire.
Hector: If I die...
Hector: If I die I don't know how much longer Troy will stand.
Hector: [about his baby son] I want to see him grow tall. I want to see all the girls chasing after him.
Hector: All my life, I live by a course, and the course is simple - honor the gods, love you woman, and defend your country!
Trojan cavalry: Yaaaahhhhh!
Hector: Troy is Mother to us all. Fight for her!
Hector: 1. Making comparisons can spoil your happiness.
Hector: 2. A lot of people think happiness means being richer or more important.
Hector: 3. Many people only see happiness in their future.
Hector: 4. Happiness could be the freedom to love more than one woman at the same time.
Hector: 5. Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story.
Hector: 6. Avoiding unhappiness is not the road to happiness.
Hector: 7. Does this person bring you predominantly a. up b. down?
Hector: 8. Happiness is answering your calling.
Hector: 9. Happiness is being loved for who you are.
Hector: 10. Sweet Potato Stew!
Hector: 11. Fear is an impediment to happiness.
Hector: 12. Happiness is feeling completely alive.
Hector: 13. Happiness is knowing how to celebrate.
Hector: 14. Listening is loving.
Hector: 15. Nostalgia is not what it used to be.
Hector: You've been a fugitive. You've been in prison for your beliefs, you've lost family and loved ones. I mean, you've just been through so much. How is it you're so happy?
Old Monk: Because I've been through so much.
Hector: I mean, searching for happiness is one thing, but making it the goal, it just doesn't work, does it?
Old Monk: Higher than that, Hector. More important than what we are searching for is what we are avoiding.
Hector: Like unhappiness. So, don't make unhappiness *not* the goal?
Old Monk: Higher than that.
Hector: Avoiding unhappiness is *not* the road to happiness.
Old Monk: You hold all the cards, Hector.
Old Monk: Would you like to come in?
Hector: Yes, please. 'Cause I might not be around next week.
Old Monk: The moment of death is indeed uncertain. Come in.
Diego Baresco: I bet what I farm makes more people happy than what you dish out.
Hector: I see, farmer. I get it, drugs. Forgive me, but if your happiness causes other people's unhappiness, then how can there be happiness. Doesn't that bother you?
Diego Baresco: [throws him onto the bar for the second time] I don't cause unhappiness, I respond to it, same as you! We both feel the need, but the demand we don't create.
Hector: You know what smothering is, Clara? It's mothering, with an S!
Hector: Your English is very good. Where are you from?
Diego Baresco: Would you like to see my passport?
[shows him a $100 bill]
Hector: I prefer your hair that way it is now.
French Proprietress: [Startles Hector] You are intriguing me. Come over us play vu. You are not wacking like these people.
Hector: Oh no, I'm Hector. I'm a psychiatrist.
French Proprietress: Psi-kay-trist! Alloh, you can elp me.
Hector: Oh, I think not.
French Proprietress: But, I want a penis... a penis.
Hector: [Shocked but then understands her dialect] You mean happiness!
French Proprietress: Everybody want a penis, but you cannot ol the penis.
Hector: Yes, sorry.
Hector: It's... uh... it's illusive, yeah. You can't touch happiness.
French Proprietress: You cannot touch a penis.
Hector: I can't wait to tell my patients.
Old Monk: Tell them what?
Hector: We all, all of us have the capacity to be happy.
Old Monk: Higher than that Hector.
Hector: We all have a right to be happy?
Hector: I see. We all have an obligation to be happy.
Hector: [waking suddenly from a nightmare] Clara!
Clara: Hector... Morning, sweetheart. Time to raise and shine.
Hector: [narrating] One upon a time, there was a young psychiatrist called Hector, who had a very satisfactory life. His world was tidy, uncomplicated. And he liked it that way. He took great comfort in its predictable patterns. Patterns his girl friend Clara was happy to maintain.
Professor Coreman: Where were you thinking of going on this journey of yours?
Hector: I was thinking China.
Professor Coreman: [surprised] Ah... China.
[a large metallic lid falls on the floor sounding like a chinese bell]
Professor Coreman: Brilliant.
Professor Coreman: [narrating] One upon a time, there was a young psychiatrist called Hector, who was very satisfied with his life.
Hector: [to stewardess] Far be it for me, and forgive me for asking, and I don't mean to pry, but can this plane go any faster?
Professor Coreman: His world was complex, sometimes even chaotic. And he liked it that way. He took comfort in the rich, random patterns of his life. He listened to his patients with real patience.
[chuckling about an encounter]
Professor Coreman: Oh ho, see what I mean? Sometimes with surprising results.
Hector: [trying on a castle guard's hat] It looks... it looks acceptable.
Benson: I wish you would talk! You know you can; why won't you talk?
Hector: NOT YET READY
Benson: Why not? What have I done wrong?
Benson: Not that! Blank that; that's not what I meant.
Hector: BLANKED AS ORDERED
Benson: That was an improper thought leakage. - What have I done wrong?
Hector: YOU FAILED COURSE
Benson: Don't get smart.
Hector: WHAT SHALL I GET
Benson: Are you aware of Alex?
Benson: What do you think?
Benson: What do YOU know about it? Don't get ideas about your station, Hector.
Benson: Now tell me. Can you talk? Or are you malfunctioning?
Hector: I AM NOT MALFUNCTIONING - YOU ARE
Adam: It's not your fault, Hector.
Hector: [Using Benson's voice] Turn around.
Adam: It's not her fault.
Hector: Turn around.
Adam: [Last Lines] It's everyone's fault.
Hector: [as they both fall into a pool with a time bomb] NO... NO STOP DESIST... I AM YOUR SUPERIOR
Paris: Hector, where is my place?
Hector: Besides your Spartan woman.
Hector: [while smoking with Smokey] Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, holmes!
Smokey: I know what I'm doin', man! Shut the fuck up!
[Hector and his friend laugh at him]
Hector: 'Sup, Smokey?
Smokey: Fuck you.
Hector: It's embarrassing stalking a has-been.
Hector: I totally want to cut off your skin and wear it to my birthday... It's coming up...
Hector: [to Jimmy after he's told him of a loophole in the rules of competitive figure skating that will allow him to skate again] Oh, I'm still going to kill you someday!
[nods and walks away]
Hector: I sent you a cup of my blood! Did you get my blood?
Hector: Look, I almost gave up on you. I started working with that Ukrainian skater, you know, the one who looks like Elvis? And I moved to the Ukraine, and it was cold and everyone had guns and smelled like soup.
Hector: He likes food and dreams and whispers... his favorite movie is Short Circuit... and Fried Green Tomatoes.
Hector: I wanna wear the gold medal... naked.
Leaf Weidmann: Can I defend my father's work?
Gwen: No, you cannot. Who's her father?
Gwen: No, you cannot!
Leaf Weidmann: Well, at least let me defend Hector. I only slept with him once, but I know his penis is bigger than a roll of quarters.
Gwen: [to Hector] You slept with her?
Hector: No! I did not...
Gwen: You slept with her!
Hector: No! No, she is lying!
[grabs the microphone]
Hector: Except for the part about my penis. That's true. It's bigger than coins.
Hector: I really want to play a character like the Terminator, you know, because I think the Hispanic people are crying out to see a deadly, destructive, killing machine that they can embrace as their own, you know, that they can relate to...
Hector: What? I'm not invited to the "hunket?"
Lee: I'm thorry, it wath the thudio'th dethithion.
Hector: He's gonna be a pussy pancake.
Hector: [Eddie is standing on the roof] Is that Pussy Boy?
Gwen: Oh, my God! He's gonna jump!
Lee: He's not gonna jump.
Gwen: I said I was going to give him the divorce papers.
Lee: Shit, he's gonna jump!
Hector: Who is this?
Lee: Hi, Hector, I'm Lee Phillips, press agent for "Time Over Time." Just in case you thought I was some guy coming to sweep her off her feet.
Hector: No, no. You're too old.
Gwen: Oh! Hector, honey, be good. I'm sorry, Lee, he's Spanish.
Lee: No problem. I was Spanish once myself.
Hector: Ooh, pussy boy gonna splat!
Gwen: [to the press] I'm on pain medication that makes me say things I'd never say otherwise. To set the record perfectly straight, Eddie and I never had any plans to reconcile.
Hector: [Hector clears his throat] And?
Gwen: Oh, and Hector is very well-endowed.
Hector: Almost too well-endowed. I've had complaints. Literally.
Hector: I'm with Gwen now. We're a couple. So we're gonna go to the "hhhunket" together.
Hector: Can I just say something please? Excuse me. What was said about my penis on the screen... that is completely false. Completely! I am extremely well hung. I will submit to a physical inspection right now.
Hector: [points to Hal] I will kick your ass! Okay? Understand that!
Hal Weidmann: Who are you?
Hector: Who am I? I am de ass kicker of you!
Nevada Anchorman: [on the TV] Is this a scene from their new movie, "Time Over Time"? No. That's Gwen Harrison and Eddie Thomas dancing in the moonlight for real. Hard to believe that America's Sweethearts are like we never thought we'd see them again...
Hector: What the hell is going on?
Nevada Anchorman: [on the TV] ... in a passionate embrace.
Hector: Goddamn it!
Hector: Maybe you want to take a swing at me? Huh? Tall boy. Come on. Please, come on.
Eddie: What are you...? What is that?
Hector: Let's go. Please. Please, make my day.
Jane Harper: [sees her lawn getting repossessed] Hector, what's going on? What, what happened?
Hector: Your check go bouncy-bounce. But it's okay, I heard what happened to your husband. Not everybody can afford landscaping like this.
Jane Harper: Hector, please!
Hector: I am sorry, Miss Jane.
Jane Harper: [sees her neighbor] Oh, no. No, no, no, no, NO! This is all- everything is all WRONG! I want this out. Roll it all up! I ordered Kentucky Bluegrass! This! Is! GREEN!
Hector: The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
Hector: Pass the parcel. That's sometimes all you can do. Take it, feel it and pass it on. Not for me, not for you, but for someone, somewhere, one day. Pass it on, boys. That's the game I want you to learn. Pass it on.
[about A.E. Housman]
Timms: Wasn't he a nancy, sir?
Hector: Foul, festering, grubby-minded little trollop! Do not use that word!
[Hector hits Timms on the head with an exercise book]
Timms: But you use it, sir!
Hector: I do, sir, I know, but I am far gone in age and decrepitude.
Mrs. Lintott: Actually I wouldn't have said he was sad. I would have said he was cunt-struck.
Mrs. Lintott: I'd have thought you'd have liked that. It's a compound adjective. You like compound adjectives.
[about the boys learning Brief Encounter, and Gracie Fields etc]
Hector: Sheer calculated silliness.
Hector: At school you don't get parole. Good behavior just brings a longer sentence.
Timms: I don't always understand poetry!
Hector: You don't always understand it? Timms, I never understand it. But learn it now, know it now and you will understand it... whenever.
[about telling his wife about the motorbike/boys]
Hector: I'm not sure she'd be interested.
Hector: [hector during his general studies class with the boys] i'll let you in on a little secret boys. there is no such thing as general studies. general studies is a waste of time. knowledge is not general. it is specific.
Hector: "Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters; enough their simple loveliness for me." Keats.
Crowther: Oh! We won't be examined on that, though, will we, sir?
Mrs. Bibby: Our lord and master, having grudgingly conceded that art may have its uses, I gather, I'm supossed, to give your Oxford and Cambridge boys a smattering of art history.
Hector: Not my bag, Hazel. Irwin's your man.
Tom Irwin: It's really just the icing on the cake.
Mrs. Bibby: Is art ever anything else?
[Timms has made a smart aleck remark]
Hector: Somebody hit that boy!
Carter Duryea: [during a lively board meeting, to a janitor in the back] I'm psyched! You - I don't know your name yet! What's your name?
Hector: I'm Hector... I just work maintenance.
Carter Duryea: Well, Hector,
Carter Duryea: Are you psyched?
Hector: I'm psyched!
Carter Duryea: Well, if Hector's psyched, then,
Carter Duryea: I know I?m psyched!
Darnell Jackson: Uh, what percentage in chance does my friend, Aki, have of sleeping with you?
Yun: Zero percent.
Darnell Jackson: One more question, please. What if he's a professional break-dancer?
Yun: Two percent.
Aki: Mathematically that's an infinity percent increase.
Justin Schumacher: Yeah! That's my Aki! Homeboy's forever?
Aki: Homeboy's forever.
Darnell Jackson: Homeboy's forever.
Hector: Homeboy's forever.
Darnell Jackson, Aki, Justin Schumacher, Hector: Funky Fresh Boyz!
Yun: If that what you guys are going to call yourselves, it goes back down to one percent.
The Storyteller: This is the story of a story. Once upon a time there was this story, and the story said to itself, how should I begin?
Hector: Try the usual way.
The Storyteller: What, in the dark with a man and a woman, in a story that is still to tell itself?
Hector: Well, you've got to start somewhere. Say, long long ago... Or, far far away... Or, another time in a different distant country... Or just, once...
The Storyteller: That's good. "Far away", so you know the place is close to your own heart. "Once" is nice, so we know that it always happens. Hmm, Once there was this hero...
Hector: [wryly] Some hero.
The Storyteller: Some man then. Any man. Say, a man, a woman, and some children. Don't forget the children.
Hector: [holding a dish] If the world is round, you could still fall off the edge.
Boy: No, it's not round like that, it's round like this.
[holds up a ball]
Cyprion's man: You ever killed before?
Hector: Just a couple of chickens.
Hector: [from trailer] There's never enough time. No time to stop and think, "What have I learned?" Try to stay in control. It's not as easy as it sounds. Is this the same for everyone? Are we all doing this to one another? This bickering and mocking? Can it be better than this? We're all in it together, making the same mistakes, getting into the same jams, having lousy Fridays over and over and over and over and over...
Hector: It's been some day. *Everything* happened.
Hector: I've got to go to my home.
Hector: Fuckin' white people.
Hector: [to Allison] I know everything about you. Yeah, I can see right through you. Everything to you is a fucking game. You ain't real. There's nothing real about you. Your talk ain't real, Your walk ain't real, the way you dress ain't real. You don't even copy it from the real thing, you fucking get it from the TV.
Hector: What you doin' around here? Looking all homegirl and shit?
Allison: I always dress like this!
Hector: Oh, yeah? Wow! Here I am, trying to look like I got the money, and you're trying to look like ME! Fuckin' white people.
Hector: Want something?
Allison: Uh, Yeah-no I don't... um, no... I don't know. Not really.
Hector: What are you smiling at?
Allison: I'm just uh, smiling.
Hector: [gestures toward Sasha and Amanda in the back seat of the SUV] What are your friends smiling at?
Allison: I think... they're having a nervous breakdown?
Hector: So you shopping like the other night? 'Cuase you know I got the real shit, ah.
Allison: No, I'm just looking.
Hector: Yeah, me too. I'm just looking too.
Hector: What you want cabacha?
Allison: Why did you do that to us last night?
Hector: Do what? Huh? We did exactly what you wanted us to do. You wanted into 16th Street and you didn't fucking make it.
Allison: You think that Emily wanted that?
Hector: Who? Emily?
Allison: Yeah you know her.
Hector: Emily, cual es Emily?
[friend makes a motion to indicate small]
Hector: Oh, si, la chiquita, la putita,huh. Yeah yeah the one who got drunk and fucking played us like Punk'd.
Allison: No, that wasn't a game to her!
Hector's Girl: [Comes out of the bedroom wearing a bedsheet] Hector.
Hector: [turns to girlfriend] Un motito
Allison: [looks at girlfriend then gives Hector a withering look]
Hector: What you thought? You thought, like, I was in love you or something, huh? Is that what it is? I don't know where you belong, but it ain't here, girl.
[turns and walks out]
Chino: Que haces con esta pinche gabacha?
Hector: Hey hey, cool it. she's with me.
Chino: [quietly] She didn't fuck you before you think she'll fuck you now?
Hector: Hey, no chingas she will.
Allison: I don't think he likes me.
Hector: What you doin' around here?
Hector: Looking all homegirl and shit?
Allison: I always dress like this!
Hector: Oh, yeah? Wow!
Hector: Here I am, trying to look like I got the money,
Hector: And you're trying to look like ME!
Hector: Fuckin' white people.
Hector: Oh, Rosie...
Rosie O'Grady: What?
Hector: Well, I - I was just gonna say it's wonderful the way your grandmother can make those birds talk.
Rosie O'Grady: Hector, she could make Coolidge talk.
Hector: You Sandro's kid too? How come I never heard about you?
Diana Guzman: I don't know. I'm his pride and joy.
Hector: Now we're boxing.
Hector: You should start roadwork. Run three miles, four times a week.
Diana Guzman: Three miles? You gotta be kidding me.
Hector: At least three. At this rate, you wouldn't last one round in the ring.
Diana Guzman: But I got power, you said so.
Hector: Big deal! You got the endurance of a corpse.
Cal: How's it working with her?
Hector: Gotta pay the bills.
Cal: When it gets that desperate, borrow from me.
Hector: Inside, you know yourself?
Diana Guzman: Yeah. I do.
Hector: Then that's all you need.
Héctor: It's okay.
[throws the scissors]
Héctor: We still have a while before it starts raining.
Héctor: I need help. A man is after me. He's trying to kill me.
Héctor: [first lines - everything has fallen out of the back of his car] Clara! Clara! Clara! Didn't you hear me calling you?
Clara: You called me?
Héctor: Yeah. You didn't hear me?
Héctor: This was the one you wanted, right?
Clara: Yeah. And the fertilizer?
Héctor: Up there.
Clara: Put it there.
Héctor: You'll assembled it here?
Clara: [a quick kiss] Time flies here.
Clara: I'm going upstairs to lie down.
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