Widow Lopez: Do you love my son?
Doc Lopez: Mama, you're only here because you know how to drive.
Widow Lopez: Jorge, please. I have something I need to say. A week ago, my husband of fifty years died in my arms. When I buried him, it was like burying a part of me, so I think I know something of love. Tell me, do you love my son? You have one heart. Is he the one you want to give it to?