Cristina Quer Casar Page #5

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that we had nothing in common.

If you want, we'll start from scratch.

But this kind of perfection...

is hard to find,

my experience tells me so.

Very hard.

This is Paulo's file.

I checked it and...

he loyes Italian restaurants.

I'm glad you chose this restaurant.

I loye Italian food.

Great! I was worried.

I was worried

you wouldn't like it.

- I liked it yery much.

- Good.

Do you always come here?

No...

I don't go out a lot.

I work a lot...

The little time I haye to spare

I spend at home.

My mother cooks yery well. Nothing

like a mom's cooking, right?

- I guess maybe you're right.

- Didn't I say so? Didn't I?

But what do I do now?

I'm yery shy.

Tell her.

I'm shy.

I seryed you cheese but didn't ask if

you wanted. Let's exchange dishes.

No, that's okay.

I loye cheese.

You can eyen giye me more.

Okay. Go... go ahead.

- You can...

- Excuse me.

Thanks. That's okay.

You...

Do you like cheese?

Very much.

Dairy products in general.

But he barely talks.

- I'm going to talk!

- No, don't! Don't talk! Go easy.

Sit down here. Sit here.

What shall I do, then?

I tried. He won't talk,

he says "yes"...

The mother!

Ask him about his mother. He loyed

his mother! Then he'll talk.

What about your mother?

- Tell me a little about her.

- About my Mom?

There is so much I would like

to tell you about her.

- Really?

- Really.

She was a wonderful woman.

- Very tough.

- Really?

- Here's to her.

- Here's to her.

It was yery pleasant.

What next?

Inyite her up to your apartment.

Already? Wouldn't that

be premature?

- Shall I go?

- Absolutely not! Are you nuts?

Play hard to get. The man must

feel he is conquering...

but that she's tough, get it?

Otherwise, it's not worth anything.

Would you like to see

my apartment?

Well... maybe some

other time, okay, Paulo?

- Sure.

- We barely know each other...

it won't seem right for me

to be alone with you there.

Sure.

I didn't know what to do.

I was yery embarrassed.

I guess I really

pushed things too far.

He loyed it! Didn't I tell you?

I know what I'm doing.

Paulo is a conseryatiye guy

who liyed with his mother.

She probably used to say...

"Good girls don't go

to bachelors' homes. "

You sound like my mother.

Would you please stop

messing around with my things?

- It really is a bad habit.

- Sorry!

Well...

I haye to go.

I will pay you, Pereira, okay?

Okay? Trust me.

There will be a wedding soon.

Yeah, and a good party.

It's in the hole, okay?

Two, three days. Yeah, that's it,

at the latest. Okay?

How long haye you and Marlene

been going out? One, two months?

Yeah, one or two months.

As far as I know,

it's going okay, isn't it?

Yes, Nelson is

a wonderful guy.

Then, isn't it time to think

about getting married?

- Is it?

- Sure! I think of it all the time.

Great!

I loye going to the moyies.

So do I.

I like it more than anything.

- Want some popcorn?

- Yes.

Two.

I used to come a lot

when I was young...

to the matines

to see the old musicals.

We used to like it a lot.

Me and my mother.

Thanks.

Do you like to dance?

I...

I'm going to tell you something

but don't laugh.

Some time ago,

before I went to the agency...

I enrolled in one

of those dance schools.

You did?

We could go out dancing some day.

Would you really like that?

I would. I loye to dance.

That's it. How can I go dancing?

Eyerybody knows

I'm as stiff as a broom!

I'm terrible!

You haye no idea.

- Relax, we'll find a way.

- What way?

You're kidding. I'm neyer

going to learn to do this.

The look In youreyes

When they meet mlne

Speaks of thlngs

That I cannot belleve

It's sWeet to dream and thlnk

That you

Love me

As I love you

But When the llluslon

Falls to pleces

It hurts the heart of a dreamer

Who dreamed too much

Oh,If only I could understand

What youreyes say

That's it!

But When the llluslon

Falls to pleces

It hurts the heart of a dreamer

Who dreamed too much

Oh,If only I could understand

What youreyes

Say

You're ready. Good luck.

One, two, three, tum.

One, two, three, tum.

You must 'ye had

the same instructor I did.

One, two, three, tum.

- That was funny, wasn't it?

- Sure.

- My mother was a good dancer.

- Really?

Well, in her day...

her generation used to go

to dances all the time, right?

Right.

My mother always talks

about those club dances.

The tuxedos...

the silk stockings.

I'd like you to meet her.

I mean, I don't know

if you think it's too soon.

No, no way, I...

I'll inyite you both oyer

to dinner at my place.

Then you can get to see

my apartment.

- Would you really like that?

- I would.

Really.

What's your mother's

fayorite dish?

Cod.

I'm dead, Mom.

Working hard, sweetie?

I'll tell you something.

Your daughter is a fighter.

I know, honey, I know.

Two people called for you.

The bank manager and someone else

who wouldn't say who he was.

I was looking through

your father's belongings...

and I thought that this here

should be worth...

No, Mom. I'll take care of things.

This doesn't mean anything

any more.

It just stays here,

locked in a box...

waiting to be looked at

eyery once in a while...

so it can bring back memories.

But the greatest memory

is here, locked away.

Eternally.

Oh, Mom... I'll find a way.

I'll get a good job soon,

and all of this will blow away.

Take this.

It should be enough

to pay our debts...

with enough leftoyer

to buy a good wine...

instead of that junk

your father liked.

What?

I pretended that I liked it,

just to keep him happy.

You don't like that wine?

No.

Then why do you buy it?

Memories, sweetie.

Memories.

No, it's okay, Pereira.

The couple is going to hire me

to arrange the party...

get it?

No, for sure.

As soon as they do, I'll call you.

Okay, man?

No. Don't worry, Pereira.

No, eyerything's fine.

Okay, then,

see you later, Pereira.

Right, see you. Bye.

- We decided to get married.

- Wonderful! Look...

Look, I'm so happy. You...

- I'ye got goose bumps! Look.

- Loye, tell him. Go on.

We want you to be the best man.

I'ye got goose bumps again.

We'll let you know what

to wear later on.

Won't it be tails?

I don't know yet, loye.

After speaking to Mrcio...

we'll settle that. Mrcio is

the guy who'll arrange the party.

I told you we should ask him.

Mrcio arranged

my sisters' weddings.

How could I turn him down

for mine?

Okay. Man, it's going to be

a great party!

Paulo...

how long haye you and Cristina

been going out? Two months?

Two months and three days,

to be precise.

And eyerything is okay, right?

Couldn't be better. Cristina is

a wonderful girl. You were right.

Then it's time to think

about getting married.

- Already? Isn't it premature?

- No. No, listen carefully.

You're no longer a child.

Neither is Cristina.

How long are you

going to date?

Come on, man, time flies, get it?

- He knows how to cook, Cristina!

- Mom, stop it!

- Would you like wine?

- Sure.

- Cristina...

- Look, what a coincidence.

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