Wake-up husband.
-Hey?
-Now, now!
-What... What's happening?
-It's going to ring, it's going to ring!
-Francisco, for God's sake.
-In ten, nine, eight, seven...
-Do you want to stop?
-Hey?
-Stop running around, damn, you look like a fool at Christmas.
-The alarm, Marisé. You'll see.
-Why the hell do you wake up first before the alarm goes off?
-The alarm, Mari.
-What, ho?
-The alarm is me.
-How are you, ho?
-Mine molecular clock. It's scary, spectacular.
-The mother who gave birth to you!
-It's a question of biology, Mari. Circadian rhythms and…
-Are we done? All mornings the same!
-Hey?
-You got more nervous than shitting without a lock.
-Now, my friend, I have a molecular clock that's amazing.
-Where, ho?
-In each of my cells.
-Meee! What you have is a shit in your face…!
-I? By?
-Because you are a genius, Francisco. And above you have…
-What a life?
-Bad sleep! You have a very bad sleep!
-Lie! Let's see. Mari, how many men did you sleep with?
-Only with you, the others didn't give me any sleep.
-Mecca. But…
-None but no apple tree, Fran! And with you I sleep terribly, terribly!
-Ha! Last night you talked in your sleep.
-Oh yeah? And what did he say?
-You're sorry for me.
-I was awake, Francisco.
-Hey? Oh really?
-Yes, Fran. It's my fault for bringing the problems to bed.
-What problems?
-You, Francisco. The problem is you, vidina, you would have to sleep on the couch.
-But you don't want to sleep in my arms anymore?
-For what? If you snore and move more than a chickpea in an old man's mouth. And above…
-What, ho?
-Always wake me up first the fucking alarm clock rings!
-The time change altered my circadian cycle, life.
-The what, ho?
-The cycle circa…
-Get out of my bed, Francisco!
-…And above, spring tail…
-Get out, corn, get out!
