From Prada To Nada Page #3

a lot of money this year,

you'll do just fine. Got it?

See you in 10 years.

Today, a great deal

of political turmoil.

How many of you

have read the book I assigned?

- Did you read the book?

- The title page.

Just as I thought.

This is why today,

I brought in my new TA, Rodrigo.

You notice how TAs always

look like star political prisoners?

...La Casa De Bernarda Alba.

Rodrigo, please.

Don't worry,

that's all the Spanish I'll speak.

What happened to political prisoner?

"Silence!

Silence."

Those are the first words you hear

in Garcia Lorca's masterpiece.

- Who is he?

- A story about the consequences of...

I heard

his father is an ambassador...

...to one of those countries

with fruit flies.

I trust you have experienced

the electricity of desire.

- Does he have a girlfriend?

- Does it matter?

- No.

- Are you one of those people

who burns with so much passion,

but are not able to express it?

Then you might be able to relate

to this tragedy of a mother

who locks up her five daughters

to mourn their deceased father

for eight years.

Can you imagine losing a father

and mourning him for that long?

- Yes.

- What?

Now, imagine a free spirit

burning in desire for a man,

Pepe el Romano,

who climbs through your window

each night,

but cannot belong to you.

And when he calls to you in the distance,

he sings your very name.

Adela!

Mary.

And do you know how she responds?

- Then, my friends, you must read...

- Don't do that to me.

I look forward

to reading your papers.

You'll never get him.

Watch me.

So, you haven't...

Hi. Will you do

that Pepe el Romano thing, again?

So, you listened?

Every word.

So, you're Mexican, too?

No, my parents.

Okay.

And what are you?

American, of course.

Well, and Mexican.

So, Mexican-American.

American-Mexican.

My dad was more Mexican.

Tell me more about you.

Well, I like the color red,

my iPod is full, I don't wake up

before 10:
00, and no hablo espanol.

I love poetry, pasta, and Prada.

You?

Wow, unfortunately,

I cannot list like you just did.

That's very American. But we like to

sit down, drink a nice tequila,

and tell each other details until

they make a full story, so to speak.

It takes hours.

Well, I think

I can make that time.

So, it's a date?

See the house right up there?

Wow!

- You have a very nice house.

- Don't I?

Thank you so much for the ride.

No, no, no.

Don't get out, please.

What... You're sure?

Yeah. Really, I'm fine.

No, no, no. No.

You can go.

Thank you so much for the ride.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Bye.

- I'll see you.

- You're studying?

- I have to.

The TA's my future husband.

- The TA?

- Yeah.

Oh, my gosh, he's so hot,

and he's cultured,

and I can tell

he comes from money.

How was your first day at work?

Surprising. Guess who's my boss?

- Who?

- Edward.

How did he get you?

Well, there's only one intern job

offered in the newspaper,

and obviously he knew it.

Did he slip you some tongue?

Mary, people don't go around the office

slipping some tongue, okay?

But it was still weird.

I don't know, I just never thought

that working would be like that.

Like how?

All those people are really uptight

and stare at you funny.

Guess they're just unhappy.

See, that's why

I'm never gonna do it.

So, mops are...

- Trapeadores.

- ...trapeadores.

- Yeah.

- Okay. And when was this?

Two weeks ago.

You know, I think I have

a really good case for the law firm.

Hey, b*tch!

What'd you say about my face?

I just said

that I liked your eyeliner.

Hey, yo. We good, ladies?

Yeah, Bruno.

Catch you later, white girl.

I'm Mexican.

Thank you.

Sorry, sorry.

Hi. It's nice to see you.

Have you found anything interesting

in those depositions yet?

Not yet.

But I did meet a lady on the bus

with an interesting case.

You rode the bus?

Good place to find clients.

That don't pay.

That's why we have pro bono.

Yeah. Well, you want to know

what the problem with pro bono is?

You can't charge.

Yeah.

In the conference room?

A bunch of cleaning ladies?

They're my clients.

That's what I came to tell you.

I need your help.

It's fine. They're clients.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

You speak Spanish?

Of course. I grew up in LA.

These women, all janitors,

were fired from their company

the day before they qualified

for benefits, for taking mops.

Mops?

I think Lorca was a great poet.

Me, too.

There's a poem that my nanny

used to tell me in Spanish,

when she would put me to sleep.

"The houses reveal faces

And the grasses, poppies,

and vines dance

To the sound of the breeze

from the sun"

I love it.

I still dream about that house.

I dream about a house, too.

Really? You do?

Yes.

It's... It's really Californian.

And it's surrounded

by these big, blue-eyed jacarandas.

And there's a Spanish fountain,

and it's wrapped in this tile,

and it sings night and day.

And there are these oranges

that ooze this sweet nectar...

Wait, wait, wait. I must taste them

to see how sweet it is.

California is so decadent.

I'm gonna buy a house here.

You are?

You should buy the house

I was telling you about.

- Which one?

- My house. It's for sale.

What do you mean? The house

where I've been dropping you off?

No, because that's my new house.

The house that I was telling you about

is my old house,

and it's amazing.

Love to see it.

Will you show it to me?

Yeah.

Why is it taking so long...

...to gut this ugly room?

Sorry, ma'am.

It will be done tonight.

That is the downside

of construction.

Have you ever met lazier people

in your entire life?

Clearly,

there is no leadership here.

Chop-chop! Could you turn off the radio?

It sounds like a taco truck in here.

Wouldn't you agree, Lucy?

Olivia...

I think if you were nicer to them,

they might work faster for you, no?

If I'm gonna make you my sister-in-law,

you need to know

that there is a fine line

between niceness and weakness.

And I never cross it.

Gabe?

What happened to you?

Will you stop obsessing about your father

and help me out here?

What?

You know all the words.

Yeah.

I just don't know what they mean.

"Singing lightens the heart,

my little sky."

Wow.

You're becoming

quite the little diccionario.

But "cielito lindo"

doesn't actually mean "little sky".

It means something more endearing,

like "sweetheart" or "darling".

Yeah.

I seriously need to learn Spanish.

I mean, I'm really finding

Mexican culture, like, intoxicating.

No.

Wait, do you remember the TA

I was telling you about?

- Yes.

- He is so Mexican.

Dad would have loved him.

Yeah,

he's gonna buy a house in LA.

Okay.

Our house.

Your house?

Does he know this yet?

Not yet.

And when are you planning

on telling him?

Our engagement.

Okay.

Are you serious?

My service was just discontinued.

Well, you better get engaged

soon then.

Honestly,

I don't think we have a case.

We know that they fired you

to get out of benefit obligations.

But these depositions,

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