Viral marketing threatens the stable Asturian couple.

-Velinoo! So?

-Huh? Mecca…

-What the hell are you doing with my mother? What the hell are you doing with your team?

-I…

-Since when do you come to the store, ho?

-Na. I know what… I…

-Have you never seen the workers working?

-Yes. But… I… No…

-Non what? Speak, damn it, tell me! What is it, that you don't remember me anymore?

-Remember? It's not like you were my password!

-And the pineapple?

-Hey?

-What are you doing with that upside-down pineapple?

-I don't know, Mari, I got a bit of a Macedonian craving...

-Oh, really? And how come you moved, you slob? You're wearing your Sunday clothes.

-Hey?

-Phew! And what a mess the colony is! They smell worse than the bus in the countryside! 

-Yeah. I…

-What are you looking for, Velino? 

-And you, Maricarmen?

-Me what?

-Touching the package, slut…

-It's a packet of rice, Velinín.

-Yes, Mari, but I'm not stupid, eh. I saw you before showing off in the dairy section.

-I?

-Yes, you, yes. What are you looking for? A yogurt?

-Do you really think that about me? Do you have horns?

-I don't know, Mari, I have so many things on my mind.

-Yeah, sure, and lettuce in the cart. As if to say: I want a one-night stand that goes bad quickly…

-Ha! Your situation is worse. 

-My thing?

-Pickled sardines, what a shame.

-By?

-I mean: I'm looking for something long-lasting. And if possible, something with dogs!

-Dogs?

-Yes, Mari, you dogs! That's what you put the oil in for. Or do you think I'm an idiot?

-Look, Velino, we're already old enough to be falling for these idiots.

-I'll tell you. Plus, we're a stable couple, damn it.

-Home, of course.

-A serious relationship.

-Although you, son...

-What's up?

-You're more horny than the tip of an umbrella.

-And what about you, Maricarmen? Obsess over the offers!

-I feel so desirable…

-How are you, ho?

-Shall we go around the place?

-Is that what you want, Maricarmen?

-No woman knows what she wants until she sees it on sale.