D: I saw how you were kissing. Is that how you’re planning on getting cured? With the help of that nurse?
C: Please, Diana, don’t tell on me. Don’t say anything to Adela or Blanca.
D: You’ve lied to us all this time!
C: I’m not sick! Please don’t say anything, I can’t go through Dr Uribe’s therapy again. That therapy is inhuman. […] He made me break my books! He subjected me to electric shocks!
D: It’s clear that you still need the help of the doctor, and if possible without the intervention of that nurse!
C: Don’t you get it? I’m not sick! […] Let’s admit what there is once and for all, without disguising it with lies. I like women.
D: Oh my God.
C: And there’s nothing in the world that can change that.
D: But Celia!
C: I swear I’ll throw myself out that window if you take me there again.
D: Oh no, God, calm down, we’re the first ones who want you to get cured! Really, I’m the first one.
C: But Diana, you have to understand. I like women. That can’t be changed because it’s something that’s felt [in the heart] and not [in the head].
D: But Celia…
C: Diana, I’m capable of killing myself if you take me there again. That therapy was very cruel, inhuman, and it did nothing except drive me crazy. It didn’t cure me!
D: I’m sorry, I didn’t know the therapy was like that but, I don’t know, maybe we need the help of another doctor…
C: No, I don’t need any more doctors! Diana, what I need from all of you, from you, is that you accept me. Because, if not, I promise you I won’t be able to…
D: No, no, no, it’s OK. It’s OK. If we have to look the other way, I’ll do it for the rest of my life, but please, don’t hurt yourself again. Please. Please.
C: Thank you. And I’m sorry.
D: I’m sorry.