Elisa: Gorditooo! What would you do if I died?
Emilio: You keep mourning.
Elisa: For a long time?
Emilio: Very much time!
Emilio: (seriously) Because I love you and your loss would be painful for me. Why?
Elisa (with a smile). Ayy that nice. Would you marry?
Elisa (with expression dolida) Why not? Do not feel like being married?
Emilio: If I like.
Elisa: So you back if you married?
Emilio: (carraspea) I think that after they have stored during mourning long enough and my life make sense again, yes.
Elisa: Do you sleep with her in our bed?
Emilio: It is assumed, no?
Elisa: I would replace the photo of her on the bedside table?
Emilio: It would the two photos.
Elisa: Do you also would have sex with her ... in our bed?
Emilio: (drinking a sip of coffee) will surely come to that. Yes.
Elisa: also play golf with her?
Emilio: Yes, I would.
Elisa: You Would my sticks?
Emilio: No, it is left-handed.
Elisa: ¡¡¿¿¿ As ???!!
Emilio: Shit! ...i screw up...!