What's this about, heartbreaker?
You trying that on for homecoming?
Babe.
Look at your boy, my God!
He looks like his dad, no?
You come from a long, long line of Garcias who look incredible in suits.
This doesn't surprise me.
Thanks, yeah... But no.
Rafael, but it's Thursday.
Your father works third shift, so you work the stand with me.
That's how it goes, that's what we agreed on.
I know, I know, I'm sorry... I would, but like...
How's it a big deal if we haven't heard about it?
That school of yours sends emails about every little thing.
No, it's not a school thing...
At the Núñezes' house.
Here's what I get, Rafael.
I get that you quit soccer to spend more time with that girl.
I get that your head is full of fantasies about her and her family.
That you're getting C's in four classes.
What you don't seem to be getting
is that the Núñezes and their paintings don't pay your tuition.
You aren't better than us.
Hurry up!
Take these tamales to the truck.
Wait for your mother.
You shut up, and you listen
because it's important that you hear this.
That girl...
...is going to forget you.
Her family is going to forget you.
She's gonna go off to some pretty little college on the other side of the country
and you will never see her again.
I might make shit money,
but I bet every cent of it that that's what happens.
We'll see, but in the meantime
take the tamales to the truck and wait for your mother.
Move it.
Sweets?
Go away! Go away!
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Fucking brat!
Don't you know how to pay attention?