Spanish Translation: Humor...

The Healthy ones and the Sick ones
Luz: Mama, it’s over. I don’t want to go to the doctor.
Mamá: Listen, Girl, you’re going.
Luz: I only have a cold. I can get through it.
Mamá: I don’t want to argue. Maybe you have a cataract, maybe a lung disease, a paper disease, AIDS...
Luz: Mama! I don’t have AIDS!
Mamá: All the more reason to cure you. We are here. Sit on the couch please.
Luz: In case of a couch bomb, yes?
Mamá: Quiet.
(They enter into the Area of Hope)
Mamá: There are a lot of sick people here. I hope there is not an epidemic.
Luz: This is my friend, Grazia. A couch in the tropics.
Mamá: My God! What’s wrong with her?
Luz: She has chicken pox. And this is Lulu. She is either embarrassed or pregnant, I’m not sure which.
Mamá: So rapidly our children grow up.
(The doctor enters.)
Doctor: Luz! What’s up?!.
Luz: Ciao, Mama.
Mamá: I am waiting for you, hey-ya.
Docotr: Good. What duel were you in, girl?
Luz: Nothing.
Mamá: The big duel of the stomach. ¡I say, I am holding a cataract.
Doctor: She does not have a fever.
Luz: Yes. I have allergies. I have medicine at home.
Mamá: She also suffers from insomnia. She doesn’t snore, but she plays music at all hours.
Luz: I can’t help it.
Mamá: I told you to take care of yourself.
Doctor: Settle down, Ma’am. Have you suffered a hurricane, girl?
Mamá: Last year the torch went out. Somebody farted. I was dismayed.
Doctor: Others?
Mamá: Yes. In her head she has a pain, or a problem, or an algae. It’s terrible. It is a sign of cancer.
Doctor: It’s tiny, Luz. Don’t worry about it.
Mamá: It’s a cockroach! I want you to kill it, Doctor. There must be a cure.
Doctor: There is no cure for adolescence. I can give her a shot of liniment for her spine.
Mamá:That is not enough!
Doctor: You are healthy, Luz. But your Mama is crazy going through estrus. What is her style of life?
Mamá: It’s rather good.
Luz: She pouts, she smokes, and doesn’t consult a doctor. She gets up at 5:30 and the next day she is very stormy.
Mamá: What?
Doctor: In my opinion you need therapy.
Mamá:No, it is not necessary.
Doctor: Thank you for coming. Goodbye.
Luz: Goodbye.
Mamá: But you haven’t cured me, Hey-ya
Luz: Revenge, Mama. We will behave. We don’t want to choke, do we?