"Scorn" "They don't even look like my boys." "They might get a little better, but not a complete recovery." "It's a lost cause." "But why?" "Is it because they're triplets?" "Do you really think they caught it from us...?" "Regarding the father's heredity, I don't think so." "About the mother's, you know she's got something on her lung that will be examined carefully." "That's all." "I think you could keep the boys cleaner." "It's the first time you seem to be worried about your children's condition..." "Are you suggesting I'm to blame?" "If anyone is not, it's me." "They're seven and since that day you haven't ever had the dignity to call them by their names, cripple!" "I don't know that what have you called me but I prefer anything before having a father like yours!" "You bastard!" "At last you said what you wanted." "I'm a bastard!" "And I had sane parents." "My father didn't die crazy!" "I'd have had babies like everyone else." "These three are yours!" "Ask the doctor who's to blame for our children: my father or your damaged lung!" "I'm scared." "Let's go!" "Go and cook a chicken for lunch!" "Come on!" "I don't know what is going to happen when your sister goes completely deaf." "What's up with you?" "Get them out ofhere!" "Get them out ofhere!" "No, I do not want them in this home." "I don't want them to put their feet inside this house anymore." "From now on they'll live at my sister's house." "She'll lock up them if it's necessary, she'll never let them out of her sight." "She'll look after them." "I don't want to see them around here anymore." "I don't want those animals close to my baby." "This one will born healthy, as it should be." "Babe!" "Babe!" "Love, how you like to hide." "Are you better?" "Once upon a time three little bears lived in a forest." "One day they went for a walk." "Suddenly a very beautiful and very peculiar girl called "Goldy Curls" appeared." "When the girl saw the three bear's house, she was amazed to see how tidy everything was." ""Goldy Curls" forgot all politeness that her mummy had taught her and went into the house." "Mummy, at aunt's house...?" "I don't want you to go around there, you hear me?" "I told your cousins are very ill and you could be infected." "Besides and even worst, you could fall in the well." "We'll be back soon sweetheart." "Babe!" "Babe!"