-Listen, a hurricane is coming.
-What? It’s 2h from the coast.
Let’s give a warning message. “We’re reporting
that, in two hours, coming through the coast,
the hurricane Valeria.” No, no. Why Valeria?
Why so random? So explain to me
how this hurricane is. It’s a big, powerful hurricane,
category 4, destructive… Destructive?
Can it blow away a house? No, but it can easily
blows away a car. It blows away a car.
Deborah. Isn’t that the ex
who took your car? Yes, but tell me
the hurricane’s shape. -What do you mean?
-Does it have tits? An ass? No, nothing!
it’s a hurricane! Nothing?
You should have said that. So it’s Katia, the flat. With a dress on,
you can’t see the tits. Katia. Bernardo, don’t name
the hurricanes after you exes. But Katia isn’t my ex,
we only went out twice. When this hurricane comes,
does it leave suddenly? -Yes, it comes from the sea.
-The sea? -Where does it show up?
-Australia, yes. I knew it. There I was, relaxing,
in holy peace, when, suddenly, this hurricane
comes and ruins everything! -So it’s called Katia.
-Then I have a better name! -No, Katia is perfect.
-No, this hurricane is Rafael. Me? Why? Because it’s a coward hurricane,
Rafael. Coward? So why isn’t it called
Conrado, like you? The hurricane who defends
the rights of other hurricanes, who goes to the streets with that beautiful,
lush hair and those lips… But here it pretends
not to be a hurricane, when everyone here knows
that you’re very hurricane. -Don’t get it wrong, sweetie.
-Oh, yeah? But I’m not the hurricane
who said to the other hurricane, “Come, let’s live together.” What did hurricane 1
find out? That hurricane 2 lived with
another hurricane for two years, or God knows how long,
because it’s also a liar. And it’s also discreet.
There was nothing on Facebook. If you don’t know how
to use Facebook, don’t use it! I agree with that. They won’t give you
the Wi-Fi password, but they want to know
about your texts. That’s right! This hurricane
is called Valeria. -Valeria, the bitch.
-Rafael, the two-faced. No, better.
Conrado, the closeted. No, Valeria, the bitch. There. This one seems to be
vigorous, strong, big. It’ll fuck up a town. What do we call it? The Blonde! Yes. -It’s just a tropical depression.
-What? When it was hardest,
it went soft.