Sherry: I want to be the sweet thought that crosses your mind and remains there. I want to be a bird information with a soaring echelon. I want to set fire to this mediocre world just to see what awaits me in the next one, but I am not wanted.
Debra: Luisa, these tapes are your mother, in her own words.
Luisa: I spent so much of my life not knowing anything about her life.
Gloria: It's a rare gift, Luisa, to be able to know someone on that level, good, bad, ugly.
Luisa: I feel like I'm getting closer to something.
Reina: Lu, everything you hear on these tapes belongs to your mom.
Luisa: Now I finally have an opportunity to get to know her.
Sherry: Well, hello, Babalu.