Women Wearing Shoulder Pads

Calm yourself, woman.

We're throwing a New Year's Eve party.

That is all.

In your arms, NOT on your plate!

Hmm.

To: Marioneta From: Nina

Oh, my God...

Oh, my God!

We don't have to wear masks, anymore, my darling.

Everything can be as perfect as it was.

Just look at this party.

It's all so perfect.

My dress is perfect!

The canapé is perfect!

Nina is adorable and perfect!

Be like her! Enjoy life!

So I said to Marioneta,

"You wouldn't eat your brother,

so why eat a cuy?"

And she says, "Nina, I'd slaughter a million brothers

in order to save a cuy."

That's the relationship we have...

like a mother-daughter thing.

You're so funny! You should be on television!

Oh, perfect! I'm dying of thirst!

Oh! It's you!

So glad you made it!

Wow, the food industry!

What a fascinating career move!

No, I, uh, the outfit? That's a coinci--

Really, it is adorable how you gave up your entire career,

your life's work, for love.

Frankly, it makes my life's work that much easier.

Aha, yes.

For love.

Oh, no! A gun!

Oh, no! It's worse!

Apologies, but I see a vague acquaintance

I must congratulate on some goddamn thing or other.

Here. A little something for you, love.

Muah!

[ Indistinct radio conversation ]

What do you mean we have an uninvited guest?

What are you doing?!

I've only scheduled one big entrance at this party

and the quota is filled!

Coquita, please, that's no way

to talk to our surprise guest.

Especially, a guest who brought a delicious gift

for everyone here!

Let me guess. It's not duck.

My specialty.

Roasted cuy.

You'd love me to make a scene now, wouldn't you, butcher?

Good food, good meat, good God, let's eat!

Is that...?

Roasted cuy?

Mafalda? Mafalda!

Woman: I need more plates.

Mafalda!

Doña Quispe: Oh, please!

I want you to serve everyone!

Mafalda!