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For example...

- Hand it over.

- I ain't giving you jack.

- Then you're out of here.

- See, you can't throw me out.

- Really?

- I paid for this class.

And my money pays your salary.

So, you work for me.

Dude, get off me, fool.

- Get out of here.

- Don't touch me, man! Don't touch me!

You are out of here.

Don't touch me, man!

Now, does anybody else wanna join him

out there?

Because there's plenty of room!

Miss Salgado and Miss Simpson,

may I see you both for a moment?

Can either of you explain this?

Well, I obviously don't know about her,

but I study with my private tutor.

You can ask him. I took notes.

Well, then you must be supernatural,

because your mortal ass hasn't been

in class enough to have any notes.

I'll explain what happened.

This b*tch copied my test.

Lower your voice. Nobody here's deaf.

This lying b*tch cheated.

- Miss Salgado. Miss Salgado!

- I studied long and hard for this test.

Seriously, could you handle this?

Otherwise, I'm gonna have to call my lawyer

and file for harassment.

And as far as her accusing me

of copying off of her?

I'm sorry, no. I don't have to do that.

You know you copied my test

because your prissy ass was too lazy

to study.

Prissy is better than poor.

Well, poor is better than puta.

Who taught you how to speak, trash?

Shut up and crawl back under that rock

that you came from.

That's enough!

Both of you know the material so well?

You will take a make-up exam right now.

Why do I have to take another exam

if I didn't do anything wrong?

Consider this your chance

to prove your innocence.

I ain't doing sh*t.

Listen, you take the exam right now,

or you fail.

End of discussion.

- Whatever. I'll take it.

- No.

This is bullshit.

I'm gonna tell you what bullshit is.

Your attitude.

You think that you can scare me

with some bad-ass-from-the-hood drama?

Are you kidding me?

What does it matter, anyway?

That's right.

So don't even bother, homegirl.

I mean, you know you're gonna end up

working for me someday anyways, right?

Richard, the other student

instigated the situation.

Frank, she practically knocked

her unconscious.

I can't change the rules for that.

I got a board to answer to.

- She's off two weeks.

- Come on.

- Richard...

- Well, she'll be reinstated

when she's served her suspension.

As long as she keeps up with the work,

if you know what I mean.

Frank, please, don't take it personally.

You know, this whole tenure thing.

Well, word in the right ear.

Six, seven, eight...

Just like that.

How you doing?

Keeping up with your assignments?

Why do you care?

The other day I saw you dancing in the park.

What if I told you there was a college

in California you may be interested in?

It's a reputable school.

It offers academic scholarships.

It even has a fine school of dance.

From what I understand,

many of the students

go on to become professional dancers,

if that would interest you.

Carmen, you have talent.

I'll even write a letter of recommendation

for you.

Okay, you know what? Go ahead.

Do your thing and piss your life away.

Why are you working so hard

if you don't wanna be someone?

Take it.

I dare you.

Mija, how's school?

It's good. Fine.

You're a good student.

No, no, no, no. Pops, come on.

"Student," okay?

- Shut up, dude.

- Leave her alone.

- Shut up.

- Hey!

- What's your deal?

- No hats at the dinner table.

What about you, mijo? How's work?

Busy, Pops. We're working

on some dope-ass homes up in Lake Forest.

Ma, they're as big as our zip code,

and I'm making bank.

Bank!

Well if you're making bank,

why don't you go back to school then?

Hey, as far as I can count,

I'm making a lot more moola than you,

- so don't be giving me advice.

- Whatever.

Hey, why don't you pay some

of the bills then?

Hey, at least I got wheels, bro.

Shoot! I'm gonna start

charging for gas, too.

It costs big chavos, Ma,

to transport heavy load.

I know you are not talking about me.

I will kick you in your...

No! Get away! I just pushed your ass from

Western to Kinzie and I see you don't even...

My wrist hurts from holding

that broken mirror all the time.

You know what? You're all wagging.

You two better shut up

or you'll be hitchhiking

with esa loser.

Whatever!

- Esa loser

- Ese loser

- Come on, Mom.

- Ese loser. Pop it up, pop it up.

Mija, can you help me

in the kitchen tonight?

I have to prepare the food for the church.

Mom, I gotta meet the dancers

at the club tonight.

Maybe some other time.

Is that all you think about?

How are you gonna make a good wife

when you don't know how

to take care of your home?

I don't wanna be a wife like that, Mom.

Mom, I'm really sorry,

I didn't mean it like that.

Why don't you take your punk ass

back to school

- and learn some goddamn manners?

- Why don't you shut up?

Yeah? You think you're gonna

go somewhere,

shaking your little skinny ass

on a raggedy stage

in front of hoochies and thugs

who can't even spell their own name?

Hey, who made you Professor Escalante?

As far as I remember, you dropped out.

- Yeah.

- Why don't you shut your damn mouth?

I know what I'm talking about, all right?

I've done what you've done,

and I've been there before,

and you go nowhere.

You stay in school

and you get a good education.

And you shut your damn mouth,

you sloppy-ass loser...

- Why don't you make me?

- Look at you.

You're a disgrace, man. Grow up.

You think you're gonna be a little goofball

and all that sh*t?

- Who do you think you are, man?

- What you gonna do, get in my face now?

- Yeah, yeah, come on.

- Get on up, you sloppy mouth over here.

Little kid, little baby over here,

talking about your car.

- Yeah, yeah. Get up, Gina! Yeah!

- We'll do it right now!

That's what you do!

You wanna do something...

I swear to God!

Okay.

- Is that what you gonna do?

- Yeah!

- Come on! Come on!

- Seriously?

- Come on! Come on!

- Do it! Swing!

- Come on! Get in my face then, huh?

- You stop that! I'm sick of your sh*t!

Three and four and five.

- Let's go!

- Get out of my face!

- Go! Swing it!

- Don't spit on me!

Shut up!

All-Stars have the big battle next month!

Tonight they're gonna show us

what they've got.

That's my girl!

- Go, Gina Gi.

- You got me.

Carmen!

You got it, girl!

Stop hanging on my man.

Why you always making me look bad?

I'm sorry. I don't know what happened.

- I just messed up, Loli, and I'm so sorry.

- I can't count on anybody.

- I'm sorry.

- Just focus on your feet

doing what they're supposed to.

I'll see you at practice tomorrow.

- Where's Gina? You seen Gina?

- Sh*t!

Pablito, seen Gina?

No, man.

Let me ask you something.

You like my girl?

- What?

- Do you like my girl?

- No, man.

- Keep it that way.

When you see Gina, you tell her

I was looking for her, all right?

There's a three-drink minimum.

I don't see 15 beers here.

You're my boy, Pablito. I owe you one.

Hey, Jesse.

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