- Aírton: That's odd... Nêga!
- Nêga: What?
- Aírton: What's the police's number?
- Nêga: Why?
- Aírton: I saw this stranger walking around Dona Clair and Dona Iara's house, before. He didn't look familiar.
- Nêga: Oh, well, isn't that why he is a stranger? Stop minding other people's business.
- Aírton: Something must be going on. I think they are being robbed.
- Nêga: If they are it's in their own home's privacy. So, none of your business.
- Clarice: But gramma, Dona Clair. You have to call the police!
- Iara: Why?
- Clarice: Because! Because it's the right thing to do.
- Iara: Nonsense.
- [pause]
- Iara: Hmm. I even think you would be a nice couple.
- Clair: Yes. It's hard to find decent young men nowadays...
- Clarice: Decent, Dona Clair? He is a robber!
- Clair: Yes, he is. But after you get over this you'll see that he is a great person.
- Iara: [Iara serves coconut sweet in a plate] Do you want coconut sweet?
- Burglar: [looks disgusted, stands up] No, thanks. I'd better get going.
- Iara: [gets coconut sweet and a spoon] No, no. Not at all. You ate Clairs's sweet, now you have to eat mine. Have you tried coconut sweet?
- Burglar: Yeah, I'm not very fond of it, thanks.
- [walks towards the door]
- Iara: Are you sure? When was it? I think you've never tried.
- [walks in front of the robber]
- Burglar: Yes, I have!
- Iara: But mine is better... open your mouth.
- [Iara sticks the spoon into the robber's mouth. He eats and looks disgusted]