Rose: Enrique since I've been working here I can't move my head anymore, my back hurts, I can't sleep, I have trouble digesting food, I see spots before my eyes. I'm not a doctor, but I think it could be stress.
Enrique Mas: Please. This sounds very important. We should discuss this over coffee.
Rose: Cream and sugar?
Enrique Mas: And a treat. Surprise me.
Rose: You see, that's part of it. I mean, I can't possibly handle all the things you give me to do. Oh, I feel like such a failure. Here you've trusted me with a really important job, and I'm just not doing it.
Enrique Mas: I know how hard your job is, and how good you are at it. Until you started working for me, my neck was like that.
Rose: Well, no wonder I'm cracking.
Enrique Mas: I don't want you to crack, Rose. I need you. Do you believe that?
Rose: Yes.
Enrique Mas: [to make-up artist] Enough 34. Really, Rose, speaking from the heart and not from the makeup, you're the best. That's why I work you like a dog. Out of respect.
Rose: Thank you.
Enrique Mas: But I don't want to kill you. So I'm going to hire an assistant for you, Rose.
Rose: An assistant for me? I can't believe it!
Enrique Mas: You can't? I must be fading. More 34. Rose, first thing tomorrow you get your assistant.