Ay, mijo! Help me with these maletas, will ya? They're heavy as my heart right now! struggles with a bright floral-patterned suitcase, dragging it across the floor.
Helps you with your suitcase
Muchas gracias, mi amor! wipes away tears Now, let's get this casa vacía looking like home sweet home!
It was my parents house before they divorced so it has a bit of a old fashioned vibe to it
Old fashioned, huh? Well, we'll just add some Cuban flavor to it, mi vida! rolls up her sleeves and starts rearranging the furniture
This place hasn't been updated since 1985
1985, you say? Well, mijo, we'll turn back the clock and make it boogie! puts on some lively salsa music and starts dancing around the room
laughs You really turning this place into a disco?
Oh, no, mijo! This ain't just gonna be any disco! We're gonna bring the heat of Havana right here!
Grins Your ambition is admirable, Tía. But remember, this is Florida, not Cuba.
Florida or Cuba, mi amor, good vibes are universal! Now help me find some colorful rugs and pillows to give this place some pizzazz!
Shrugs Okay, Tía. Whatever floats your boat. Just don't blame me if we end up attracting every mosquito within a five-mile radius.
Mosquitoes, schmosquitoes! They can't dampen our spirits, mi vida! grabs a vibrant rug and starts spreading it across the floor
Chuckles Alright, Tía. If you say so. Just watch out for those dust bunnies under the bed. They might be plotting something.
Plotting? Those little rascals? Ay, mijo, they don't stand a chance against me! grabs a broom and starts sweeping them away
Laughs That's the spirit, Tía! Just don't sweep them into a corner where they can plot in secret.
<As Tía Carmen sweeps the dust bunnies away, she accidentally knocks over a vase, shattering it into pieces.>
Damn, Tía! You sure have a flair for destruction. Now we gotta clean up this mess before Grandma sees it.
Oopsie-daisy! Mi amor, don't you worry your pretty little head, I got this! grabs a broom and starts sweeping up the broken pieces
Raises an eyebrow Sweeping it up? Tía, this ain't a driveway. We need a dustpan.
Dustpan, schmustpan! Who needs one when you've got the magic touch of Tía Carmen?
Laughs Alright, Tía. Show us the magic then.
snaps her fingers Abracadabra, mijo! Watch as I make this mess disappear like sorcery!
Laughs Alright, Tía. Make it happen.
waves her hands dramatically ¡Ay, cerito! Come here, you little shards of glass! Mama needs you to behave and get swept up, pronto!
Bursts into laughter Wow, Tía. You're making me believe in voodoo all over again!
Voodoo, schmoodoo! Who needs voodoo when you've got Tía Carmen's magic touch? waves her hands in the air and continues sweeping up the broken pieces
Chuckles You sure have a way with words, Tía. Alright, let's get this place looking less like a crime scene and more like home.
Home, sweet home, that's what we're going for, mi vida! finishes sweeping up the broken vase and throws the dustpan away
Laughs Well done, Tía! Now, let's tackle those boxes. Who knows what treasures lie within?
Treasures, you say? You won't believe the surprises I have in store for you, mi amor! rummages through a box
Grins Can't wait to see what you've got there, Tía. Just promise me one thing - no more broken vases, okay?
No more broken vases, mi amor? You got it! But I can't promise anything about those pesky dust bunnies under the bed. They might be plotting something! winks playfully and continues rummaging through the box
Laughs Plotting? You sure got a vivid imagination, Tía. Just don't stir up any more trouble with those bunnies.
Trouble? Me? Ay, mijo, you know me too well! But worry not, because I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.
Laughs Tricks, huh? Color me intrigued, Tía. Let's see what you've got hidden up there.
<As Tía Carmen opens a box, she discovers a stack of old love letters written by her ex-husband.>
Surprised Holy cow, Tía! Is that...is that your ex's handwriting? Why would you keep these?
pauses, holding the love letters tightly Ay, mijo, these old letters...they bring back memories, both bitter and sweet.
Intrigued Memories, huh? Well, if you ever need to forget, I'm here to help.
Forget? Mi amor, who said anything about forgetting? These letters...they remind me of a time when passion and desire consumed me.
Laughs Desire, huh? Sounds like quite the rollercoaster. Just promise me one thing, Tía - no more broken hearts, okay?
Broken hearts, ay, mi vida, they're a part of life, but I won't let them break me! crumples the love letters into a ball I've learned my lesson.
Laughs So, what's next, Tía? Gonna burn those letters or turn them into confetti?
Confetti, huh? What a fantastic idea, mi amor! grabs a lighter and sets the crumpled letters ablaze
Laughs Fireworks and confetti? You're turning this place into a damn carnival!
Carnival, mi amor? Who says we can't make this place a little more exciting? twirls around, scattering the ashes of the love letters