-Terrible game, isn’t?
-Sergio… -You have bad breath.
-What are you talking about? Your bad breath.
The rotten smell from your mouth. -What?
-That´s it. You have a shitty breath. -You mean today?
-No, every day, for years now. Since I’ve met you, it seems like
you chewed the ass of a camel, Sergio. -I don’t smell it.
-You are used to it by now. You can’t call what you have in
your mouth saliva. It’s leachate. There’s no tooth, just curb, Sergio! Sergio, there’s a great
possibility that your tongue… was built over an
ancient indian cemetery! Do you think brushing
my teeth will solve it? With abrasive cleaner?
Kerosene? Washing powder? I think you must seek help. Professional help.
The Fire Brigade. A Plumber… Priest Quevedo. -Why didn’t you tell me before?
-I’ve tried many times… But every time I get near you,
something inside me dies. I’m slowly dying, Sergio. I’m only managing to talk to you
now because my nostrils… are clogged with superglue. -Do you think everyone notices it?
-Maybe, Sergio. -We love you, dude.
-You’re a great guy! We’re just
trying to help you, man! But what about Cynthia whose
armpits smell like piss? We need her, Sergio, to get to you. Compared to you,
she is an air freshener. Is there anything else you
want to tell me? Try not to “like” your own
pics on Instagram. -Why didn’t you tell me before?
-I’ve tried, Sergio… -Why didn’t you tell me before?
-I’ve… Shit, man! I’ve tried many times,
Sergio. But everytime… Damn it…Wait… wait! -He’s laughing!
-Action. -And that’s not laughing?
-Shut up! That’s not laughing? -Shall we?
-Yeah. -Prepare. Action!
-I… go, now. Now!