Don Am. And I too want to get married.
Güe. You're good enough for that. Don Forcico makes a bargain to choose presumptuously. See what a gay lady is here, my boy?
Don For. She is not to my taste, little papa.
Güe. Why not, my boy?
Don For. Because she is too much stuffed, little papa.
Güe. Is she, then, an iguana or a garrobo, that she is stuffed? Who has spoiled her, my boy?
Don For. My little brother, Don Ambrosio.
Güe. For that the bloated fellow is good enough, the evil-eyed brat; that is the reason he is so played out. See, here's a gay cake-baker my boy.
Don For. She is puffed up, little papa.
Güe. Who puffed her up, boy?