Clara: NOOOO! MY DAUGHTER! WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER!? MY DAUGHTER!!!

Clara: I would be like that now, María, if she was any other girl. You're very lucky that Eliana can take care of herself.

María: ... Clara... forgive me, I didn't notice...

Clara: It would have been a tragedy! A daughter of mine, alone and on her own! No! I die, I KILL YOU! But I know that Eliana will be okay.

Clara: Nothing. We'll continue to Talca. We'll go to my parents', and from there we'll phone home.

Clara: We'll call again when Juan is back from work. Eliana should stay with him at home.

Clara: SHUT UP! You told us that Eliana was sleeping next to you!

Clara: If you can't distinguish between a plush doll and your great-great-granddaughter, I can't trust you anymore!

María: María: ... Oh...