Frida quotes from The Casagrandes

You broke my base!

You broke El Falcón's cape!

This is your fault!

[after doing some sleep walking; whispering] It worked! He's asleep!

[whispering] Finally!

[suddenly hears her mijos screaming and growls, they are about to start wrestling when they feel an extra set of hands, so she pulls them apart; angrily whispering] Are you kidding me?! [holds both of them in front of their baby hermano] If either of you wakes Carlitos… [pulls them away; fiercely with a background of fire] you may get grounded for one month! No, two months!

Mega elote!

[shocked] Who? What? Why?

[wakes up from the crying and sees what he's cuddling] Ugh! Lalo?! [Lalo leaves in a huff]

[sees Carlitos crying, then sees her mijos trying to tiptoe out of the room when they woke him up him and stops them] Hold it right there! That's it! Two of you are grounded!

But…

Mom…!

And why are you dressed as sheep?

I don't even care! No buts, no ands, no ifs, and no sos and ours. Go to your favorite rooms. And I may not hear a peep from one of you for the rest of the afternoon!

This is your fault!

[angrily whispering] Hey! I said, not…a…peep.

[forgetting to whisper] Look at that, Frida! They managed to make up on their own.

Shh!

Whoops. Sorry, Frida. I got too excited.

[angrily] And now, you're grounded! [storms off]

[shocked] Wait, for how long?! [goes after Frida as she goes to his room]

[angrily punches her canvas with a hole] Terrible! You call this art?! [throws her painting on the ground and kicks it; sobs] My showcase is tomorrow (night) and I have no work to showcase at the showcase! This is the worst painter's block I've had in years. Oh, I know. I can listen to my favorite podcast. That should help. [later standing upside down while listening]

Now that you've tried the first exercise, how does it feel to see the world from a new perspective? Are the creative juices flowing?

If by flowing, you mean falling! [falls]

Remember, your paintbrush is not your enemy. It's your friend. Say hi to your friend.

Hola, paintbrush.

[mockingly] Oh, you're going with blue for the sky? How original.

[growls angrily] Now I'm suddenly seeing red! [tosses the paintbrush and it hits the wall, leaving a blue mark, and lands next to Lalo, whose resting; Lalo grabs the brush and suddenly runs next to her, knocking the paint cans over] Uh, no, Lalo. It's not playtime, it's crunch time. [Lalo rolls into the spilled paint and shakes his body, splattering the paint all over the canvas] No! Bad Lalo! You ruined my canvas!

[flies into the apartment, in a scuba suit] Ready for our scuba lesson? [Lalo explains to him, gesturing the painting] You squiggled on paper. Congrats. [Lalo continues explaining] You gotta make ten more? For Frida? What's in it for you? Diddly-squat? Hold up. It's time I teach you about the law of supply and demand. If you're gonna supply, you gotta demand.

Lalo, I'm back! Ready to paint?

[halting her] Not so fast. I'm Lalo's manager. [takes out a fake business card] For every painting my client makes, he's gotta get something out of it too. [roguishly] As does his manager. If you could please sign this contract. [takes out a lengthy contract]

Ugh, fine. Anything to get more paintings. [signs the contract]

Magnifico! We need nine more just like that.

Ah, ah, ah. [takes the paint brush out of Lalo's mouth]

What's the problem? I bought Lalo his fancy treats, and got you those sneakers.

And now my client will be retiring for the evening.

What?! But I need more paintings by tomorrow.

And Lalo needs his beauty sleep. He can finish in the morning. [he and Lalo leave]

[growls angrily and lets out a scream so loud it can be heard outside the apartment; sighs while preparing for bed later that night] Well, hopefully we can get the rest finished tomorrow. [finds Sergio in the bed and shrieks]

Excuse me. The artiste is trying to sleep.

[confused] What? [lifts the covers, revealing Lalo snoring] Lalo?! But this is my bed! Where am I supposed to sleep?! [cut to her sleeping in Lalo's dog bed, angrily twitching her eyes]

[yawns] Slept like a baby. That bed is comfy. Don't just stand there. Here's our breakfast order. [unveils a long breakfast list]

[furiously losing her temper] That's it! [rips up the list] The deal's off! I'll find another artist, Lalo! You're not the only dog in town! [storms off]

Sheesh. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the doggy bed.

[finds and mistakes Malo for his twin brother] Lalo! There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere. [Malo growls at her] OK, I know you're still mad at me, but just allow me to explain. [breaks down sobbing] No dog can paint like you! Oh, please, come back and finish my paintings! [hugs Malo] I need you! [Malo snaps at her and runs off; gasps] Ooh, wait for me! [follows him]

[coming back] He'll never litter again. Malo? Huh, must be off scaring cats. I love that dog.

Moms are weird.

[hurries back to Apartment 2B; gasps in horror as Malo breaks down the door] You're not Lalo! [Malo blows raspberry at her and leaves; enters her apartment, shocked to see the mess] And what you've done es muy malo! Now I have no work to show tonight! [breaks down, bawling]

[enters the apartment] Frida, it's showtime! [notices her on the ground; surprised] Ay, mujer! What happened in here?

[confessing] I can't live a lie anymore! I didn't paint the piece you loved yesterday! It was Lalo! [continues sobbing] And I just took credit for it because I had painter's block! I'm so sorry.

Chica, I wish you had told me the truth. Every artist gets stuck sometimes. It's just part of being an artist.

[sniffs] Really? Uh, but what about the show and the important collector?

Frida, I care about you more than all of that. We can reschedule. I just want you to give yourself a break.

Oh, thanks. Maybe I need to take some time to find my inspiration.

Inspiration will find you. That's what I love about your work, Frida. You always have a way of channeling your life experiences into art.

Wait, who's my padrino? [pan over to Sergio, scratching his butt with a fork and farts; shocked] Sergio is my niño?!

Relax. When have I ever put you in danger? [accidentally flicks his fork and it cuts the rope of the chandelier, causing it to crash to the ground]

[angrily to Carlos] You had one job, Carlos!

[holding Carlitos as he cries when he crashed into the cake] Mi Bebe!

[angrily to Vito] Ugh, see?! Look what you did! This is why I tried to stop you from coming today! [gives Vito back his phone and wallet]

What? [realizes] Wait a minute. I'm starting to think that you had something to do with my stolen wallet and my scooter getting towed!

Ding, ding, ding! What choice did I have?! I'm sorry, Vito. I don't want you to be the padrino. You're just… too much!

[hurt and heartbroken] Oofa doofa, that hurts. I'll just get out of your hair, then. Here, Carlitos. I know you love turtles and choo-choo trains, so I bought you these toys. I also made you enough meatball puree to last you until you're on solid foods.

[tearfully] Oofa doofa…

[sniffs] Take care of yourself. [leaves, dejected]