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"Dad, I can't understand this math problem." "OK"
"Dad, I can't understand this math problem!" "Dear, I was an Arts student, you know.
Wait, I may ask for some help.
Wow, how fast!"
"Let's see. What's the matter?"
"My daughter, who can't seem to understand Maths." "What? I don't know a thing about numbers, I'm a footbal player!"
"Eh, keep quiet! I remember you that your transfer was paid by Madrid with money from Bankia, a bank that's been rescued with public funds.
Therefore, a little part of you belongs to each Spaniard and we can ask you for whatever we want.
"Let's see what's up. Let's see. Go.
Problem no.1: If a box of chocolates costs 6 euros...
Only 6 euros? Some chocolates? How cheap! Don't eat them, you'll get a stomach ache.
A train goes from Valencia to Seville...
By train? Who travels by train? Don't take a train, believe me. Take a convertible sports car, like I do. I have ten."
"Well, that's enough. Do you know what you could do? You could give a massage..."
"Yes, of course. It's a pleasure."
"Give my father a massage. He suffers from his back."
"Damn hernia! Come, pretty girl." "Pretty girl? I'm a man! I'm sorry, it's an emergency. I gotta go."
"Stop him! He still has to clean the storage room." "And take the dog to the vet."
"And make tea for my dolls." "And unclog the toilet."
"I'm sorry, but this is an emergency. A man from Burgos needs one of my kidneys. I wish you well!"
"Aha, I'm looking for you! It's my turn! I want you to paint my room blaugrana, sing Barça anthem to me till I fall asleep,
Give me a pedicure dressed up as a clown, make me a tatoo of Messi's face on my butt, and..."
"Well, where's that clogged toilet...?"
"Come, come with me. You'll see."
"Go, dad."
"You first, you first. Pretty girl!"