Neris: God, you a drug dealer carrying some money like this?
Neris: Oh, boy, did I give it to you? Fuck you.
Kid: Yeah, it’s no no tip
Neris: Fuck you, it’s my, it’s my tip
Neris: It’s my tip, it’s my fucking twenty cents tip
Kid: No, no, you don’t deserve a tip.
Neris: Why? Why not?
Kid: It’s much easier. It’s much easier! Very much easier…
Kid: This is it?
Neris: Say, we done for the night I told you already!
Neris: See we just clean here you make a mess–that’s not right!
Neris: Fucking Hispano—that’s why I hate Spanish people. I want to kill all with a fucking–nuclear bomb on on the whole—yeah, you see this, I’ll stick it in the—fucking—
Kid: I’m going to fight you one of these days
Neris: –in the wrong side of your ass
Kid: I’m going to fight you one of these
Kid: I’m ready to eat here
Neris: No, man, we
Me: You get out, man—we cleaned the goddamned tables, just leave alright?
Neris: Go eat outside
Chande: Es sucia
Neris: the wrong side of your ass
Me: You make me llora aqui
Me: Make me cry over here