Carlos: Excuse me... Do you have a moment for a short survey?

Marcela: ... Sure, I have nothing to do right now.

Carlos: Very well! Let's see... you're in class 8-B, right?

Marcela: Right!

Carlos: How old are you?

Marcela: I became fourteen a month ago...

Carlos: How is your rela­tionship with your male classmates? Too many suitors?

Marcela: Huh? Not that I know of. I have many friends, but nothing beyond that.

Carlos: Oh... How about out­side your cla...?

Marcela: ...

Rodolfo: A survey! Cool, I want to fill it too!

Carlos: You two go together all the time! What's going on?

Carlos: Wait... you are not dat­ing, right!?

Marcela: No, we're cousins. In fact, I don't have a boyfriend.

Carlos: Excel­lent...!

Marcela: But don't get your hopes up!

Carlos: No!? Why?

Marcela: Ours is a quite ancient family! We involve ourselves only between Germans!

Carlos: ...Oh, so you're from those.

Carlos: Wait! You have a sister at the Polytechnic School! Right?

Marcela: So you like them grown up, punk!? Sandra won't date a Chilean boy, either!

Carlos: ... But she's al­ready going out with an older guy... and he doesn't look at all like a German...

Marcela: WHAAAT!?

Rodolfo: I want to date a Chilean girl, too...

Carlos: Damned master race!

Carlos: That's what I get for pretending such an angel, being a dirty mestizo sudaca...!

Carlos: But no, I won't be the “Cirilo” for this “María Joaquina”. I don't fall for the game of the devilish one...!

Cristián: Wow, Carlitos! You have some quite strange tastes on girls!

Carlos: LOOK! HUEVÓN! WHO! IS! TALKING!

Cristián: Hahahaha!

Carlos: Plump boy who likes SCRAWNY GIRLS!

Cristián: Hahaha...! Ouch, what a low blow, you!