Selena Page #4

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Whatever.

Stand still.

- You'll drown me.

- No, I won't.

The water's hot!

I'm telling you, it's hot!

Now it's too cold!

- I'm out of here!

- You're not going anywhere.

There's way too much hair on the floor.

That's too much!

Are you done yet?

Dude, you look so good.

Are you ready?

Come here!

I'll get her.

What?

Looks good.

Cool.

- You are with this guy.

- I'm with you.

Hey, Sel. How's it going?

Good. How about you?

You're doing okay?

The guys treating you all right?

The guys are cool. I like the group.

I like the bus!

This turned out good.

Suzy did a good job.

Yeah, I dig it.

I like it if you like it.

I like it. It looks good.

Cool.

How did you get to be

such a great guitarist?

We have never had a guitarist

like you in the group before.

Did you start really young?

Serious, you know you're bad.

I was in junior high school.

It was the rebel thing.

My parents wanted me to...

...get real educated and

become a doctor or something.

So naturally I wanted

to be a rock-and-roller.

Dude, you like to practice?

My dad would've loved having you

in the family. He had to force us.

We never wanted to.

If I'd have been in your family,

then I'd be a doctor.

You want to get something to eat?

Okay. I want pizza.

What?

You going to eat it all?

Watch me.

I can eat a whole medium pizza.

I love pizza.

I can see that.

It cracks me up when they ask me

my diet and exercise secrets. Like:

"How do you keep that trim figure?

Girls want to know."

"I eat medium pizzas by myself with

lots of pepperoni. That's important.

"And I drink Cokes and scarf Doritos

and never exercise."

You are too much.

What're you doing?

- Hot sauce.

- That is enough.

They can't make food hot enough for me.

You are going to be sorry.

Watch this.

That was good.

I need soda.

You are so tough.

You are so strong.

- What a macho man.

- Want some?

You sure?

A little bit.

You must have half of my pizza.

No, pepperoni is too hot.

Yeah, I like that.

The song is about the flower

that lasts forever.

Like the kind they sell at the concerts.

They're plastic and last forever.

I've got the new rule

for the new remodeled bus!

Ready?

Any food that is in this beautiful,

well-stocked little cabinet...

...is off-limits.

Finished?

- That's the rule of the bus.

- We're brainstorming here.

It needs some work.

Something like, "it dies."

What are you doing?

Eating Suzy's chips.

What're you doing?

Nothing.

You're eating my chips.

That makes them better!

Check it out.

Pass them down!

Anybody want a chip? You want a chip?

- Chicken enchilada.

- Y'all, I'm not taking orders!

Hi, ma'am. May I help you?

Can I have...

"Como La Flor"

by Selena y Los Dinos...

...which jumped to the number one spot

on the Tejano music charts.

We're Number One!

They played the song on the radio.

- No way!

- You heard it?

- We're Number One!

- My God! Let's tell Dad!

Dad, you won't believe this!

We're Number One!

At the end of the day!

Number One! Can you believe it?!

After all these years,

all of a sudden, bang!

That's how it is, I tell you. You start

from here, then it's like a bullet.

A.B.'s really smart.

He really knows his cumbia rhythms.

He adds a little funk and disco.

Then you sing the heck out of it.

A little heavy metal

till the guitar breaks.

I can do that.

Dude, I was just thinking.

I've never seen you dance.

Do you dance?

Dance?

Yeah, I dance.

I put on my white shoes and black jacket

and dance like Travolta.

Yeah, we can dance to this.

Let me see you dance.

I was just kidding.

Come on, let me see you dance.

Don't be shy.

I won't tell anyone

that you weren't being cool.

You started it!

I'll be making a pit stop

in about five more minutes.

- Follow me.

- Give me a little James Brown.

I got soul.

Do you?

- You banged me.

- I'm sorry.

Come on, this is a cumbia rhythm.

I've never seen you dance...

Wait.

I don't think we should be doing this.

I'm not sure we should either.

I'm sorry.

Is he gone?

Do you think he'll tell?

I don't think so.

That sounds good, Dude.

Thanks, man.

Want a beer?

Don't worry about nothing.

I won't say anything.

I know you're cool, man.

If it gets serious, there'll be trouble.

Abraham won't like Selena

getting serious with a guy now.

With a guy like you.

What do you mean a guy like me?

Dude, you're my bro', right?

We're cool? But we're musicians.

We both know what you're like.

And Selena, she's like...

...a sister to me.

I don't know.

It's different with her.

She makes me feel different.

I don't know what it is.

I can't explain it.

Mom, he is so cute.

I don't know what it is.

He just makes me feel...

...different.

Like, I get butterflies

when I think about him.

Girl, I could tell you like him.

And you know what?

I think he's cute, too.

Mom, he is so...

...funny.

He hardly talks.

No, you have to get to know him.

I'm serious.

When we're together, we just

laugh and laugh at stupid things.

You can't tell Dad.

Don't worry.

I was a young girl too, remember?

You promise?

I won't tell.

Now get off the bed

you're messing up my pillow.

They want us to play in Mexico?

- A gig in Monterrey, Mexico!

- That would be so cool.

I'm not sure of that.

Come on, Dad.

You always said everything's a risk.

They don't accept us there.

They never have.

We're Mexican!

No, we're Mexican-American and

they don't like Mexican-Americans.

And they can be mean and

they can tear us apart there.

And Selena's Spanish is...

What about it?

I've been singing in Spanish

for ten years. It's perfect.

Singing, yes.

But you speak it a little funny.

There you must speak perfectly

or the press will eat you up alive.

I've seen them do it.

Overreacting.

The music will speak for itself.

Being Mexican-American is tough.

Anglos jump all over you

if you don't speak English perfectly.

Mexicans jump all over you

if you don't speak Spanish perfectly.

We must be twice as perfect

as anybody else.

Why're you laughing?

- What's so funny?

- Nothing.

I'm serious.

Our family has been here for centuries.

Yet they treat us as if we just

swam across the Rio Grande.

We must know about

John Wayne and Pedro Infante.

We must know about

Frank Sinatra and Agustin Lara.

We must know about Oprah and Cristina.

Anglo food is too bland.

And yet, in Mexico we get the runs.

Now that, to me, is embarrassing.

Japanese-Americans, Italian-Americans,

German-Americans...

...their homeland is across the ocean.

Ours...

...is right next door.

Right over there.

We must prove to the Mexicans

how Mexican we are.

Prove to the Americans we're American.

We must be more Mexican than Mexicans,

more American than Americans...

...both at the same time!

It's exhausting.

Damn!

Nobody knows how tough it is

to be Mexican-American.

It's a good thing we have "frijoles"

to keep our strength up for the job.

- Now you're making fun of me.

- No, I'm not! And "menudo".

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