“Well, well, now it's clear that you have lost your wits altogether!”
“What you are going to lose, since you have no wits, is your teeth, with a slap in the face, if you don't make haste and hurry off to the court.”
“I'd lose my head before I'd commit such an absurdity. There. I've given way enough already.”
“Indeed! Then from this day forward know that you have no longer a wife. This is my room, and you shall never set foot in it again, nor I in yours.”
“But, woman!”
“No, no; remember we are strangers to each other.”
“Come, don't be obstinate, my own Ramonita.”
“Don't I tell you, sir, that all is over between us?”
“Now, look here, pigeon.”
“Stop your prate!”