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get there that fast.

Hmm?

Okay.

Yeah, no.

l'm---I'm still here.

Yeah, 8:
00 is perfect.

Ha!

Ooh!

Hey!

Ha!

Huh!

Uh!

Ha!

Time is truly wasted

There's no guarantee

- You need a hand with that?

- Oh, hey, Jess.

Would you?

Let me---okay, one sec.

Let me clear the space.

That's good.

Good, perfect.

- That's a whole lot of plant.

- Yeah.

At least let me

get you something to drink.

- Actually, l got to go check in

with the old man.

- Okay.

Well, got it.

By the way,

l like it.

Good feng shui.

- You think?

- Most definitely.

- Yo, Pop, you home?

- Yo, yo.

Where the party people at?

What you think?

Traded Esteban for that

'72 Monte Carlo steering wheel.

- lt's hella sharp.

- Figured l wear this one.

You wear my black

Pepe Le Pew.

Pilot to copilot,

you know what l'm saying?

- Actually, Pop,

l was kind of thinking

of sitting this one out,

you know,

if it's all right with you.

- Hey, whatever floats

your boat, homes, you know?

What's it this time?

Another study group?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You don't remember?

Last month you missed

Dee's birthday

and then, two weeks ago,

that barbecue

that Benny threw for his pops.

Te recuerdas?

- Are you saying l'm lying?

- You tell me.

That's what l thought.

Anyway, there's some caldo

in the fridge if you're hungry.

- Look, Pop---

- Later, homes.

- Hey.

You locos don't

turn down that music,

l'm gonna have to call

Homeland Security on your ass.

- Yo, man, you wearing that hat

to hide the ugly?

- l don't know, man.

Why don't you ask your old lady?

l got it from her.

- You got what from who?

- Hey, l was talking

about his mother, eh?

- You talking about my mama?

- l'm sorry, babe.

What was that?

- Tell my girl

l say "what's up?"

And l need my Tupperware.

- Hey, Ana says "what's up."

And she needs her Tupperware.

- Este vato.

Didn't he just talk to her,

like, five minutes ago?

- Yeah, but he forgot to ask

permission to scratch his nalga.

- Watch out, bro.

l heard that.

Let me call you back, babe.

- Hey, where's Timbert?

- l don't know, man.

- Hey, yo, Gary,

let's go, man.

- That's it.

That's it.

- Thanks, nigga.

l'll be home late,

so don't wait up.

- l won't.

l just like to watch you

line up the horses.

- Sharp.

- Hey, homey.

- Look at you.

Was the pleather on sale

this week?

- You boys ready to get

this party started right?

- Sh*t, man, we're waiting

on you, homeboy.

- For real.

- What about Jess?

Ain't he coming?

- Nah, he ain't feeling good.

Got some kind of food poisoning

or something, so...

- What you mean,

like, E. coli, man?

- Yeah, you know,

something like that.

- Well, sh*t, man,

if he ain't coming,

l might as well sit up front.

Give the ladies

something pretty to look at.

You know what l'm saying?

- Fo sho'.

- Hey, what do you think,

down Mission

and then cut over to Broadway?

- Crosstown, downtown,

don't matter,

as long as we get there

low and slow.

Let's go.

- l can't believe

l'm doing this sh*t.

- You need a drink.

- rale pues.

lt's the midnight hour,

and you're cruising

to Radio del Barrio Aztlan.

This dedication's going out

to all the homies out there

in the San Fran Mission.

- Say, you got a website?

- Up yours.

- You see that, man?

l think she and l just had

one of those special moments.

Qu traes, hombre?

l thought we were supposed

to be having a good time,

remember?

- Hey, let me ask you something.

You think Jess picked L.A.

because he wants to, you know,

get away from all this?

- "All this"?

- Yeah, you know, the barrio.

- What, you think he's going

to college to get away from you?

- Yeah.

- The truth?

l think he picked UCLA

'cause aside from having

some of the finest rucas

in all of Aztlan,

it's one of the baddest schools

in the whole pinche state, bro.

Sh*t, and if you and l

had our sh*t together

when we were his age,

we'd have done

the same damn thing.

l know l would have.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- Besides, man,

you can take the man

out of the Mission,

but you can't take the Mission

out of the man.

That sh*t's in the blood, homes.

You know that.

- Yeah, right.

Jesse.

You boys ain't gangster

- Che.

l just wanted to let you know

that l'll be moving in

some of my stuff later on today,

and l'll probably need

to use the driveway.

Che.

- l heard you the first time.

- l'll tell you

what's f***ed up.

l call her up and tell her

l want to come over

and see the kids,

and you know

what she says to me?

"You have to call ahead of time.

l have plans."

- Right, dude,

that's f***ed up.

- l mean, check it out.

First she drags me to court

and tells the judge

l ain't seeing them enough.

And then when l try,

she tells me that sh*t.

- Claudia's the same way, man.

First she makes me sell

the '58 to buy the minivan.

Now she's on this whole,

"l want to go back to school

and work" trip.

- l told you, it's all them

motherfucking self-help books

and talk shows, man.

Like that sh*t they had

on Oprah the other day.

- The one where

the dudes stay home

and the ladies go work?

- Was that some sh*t or what?

- Wack.

- You want to know what it is?

l'll tell you.

lt's exactly like

the bro here says.

They're confused.

- Maybe they're finally

calling you

on all your bullshit.

- Who, me?

- Hey, if the shoe fits.

- No, no, no, see,

if you're talking about me

hanging out with Paula,

dude, me and Lynette

were already separated.

- Paula drives a '69 Buick?

- You know she drives.

- No sh*t.

When the f*** you hit that?

- Remember the car show

in San Jose?

- No way.

- Every which way.

You know what l'm saying?

- Yo, yo, yo,

where are the white women at?

What's up, dog?

What's up, baby?

- Hey, Little Man.

What did l tell you

about playing

that f***ing noise in here?

You want to play that sh*t,

play it someplace else.

- Yo, you all right, man?

- Yeah, l'm cool.

l'm gonna get on, man.

- All right.

- Yo, what's up with smiley

over there, man?

- Forgot his Wheaties, eh?

Yo, Jess.

How's that E. coli, man?

Drink plenty of fluids.

Flush it out.

Yo, l ever tell you

about the time

me and the old lady went

to visit her family in Peru?

- About ten times, sh*t.

- What's up, Pop?

- Where do you think

you're going?

- To the store.

Why, what's up?

- Get inside.

- Look, if this is about

bringing alcohol in the house---

- l said

get in the f***ing house.

- Hey, homes.

- Now.

- Where's that Mary Wells CD

l left inside your carrucha?

- Stay the hell out

of my music, Benny.

- And take another happy pill

while you're at it.

smooch!

Pendejo.

- l told you;

l left you a note.

l went out.

- F*** the note.

Where, "out"?

- A party.

- What kind of party?

- What do you mean,

"What kind of party?"

lt was just a party.

- Then what the f*** are these?

- You going through my sh*t?

- Sit down.

- No, give those back to me.

Those are mine.

- l said sit the f*** down.

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