Go for It!

Let's go, let's go.

I got some real hoes waiting.

Oh, my God! If I didn't want

to lick your brother's face,

I'd kick his ass right now.

I'm so gonna kick the sh*t out of him.

Come on, Gina. Come on, flaca.

What is wrong

with this chicken-poop piece of sh*t?

Gina, less talking, more pushing.

You could be dancing with

papito chulito, lady. Yo, come on!

- Shut up!

- Hey, what's up, girl,

- we gonna be dancing later?

- We're gonna be late.

Don't act like you didn't come here

on the bus.

I saw your ass coming on the bus, sh*t.

I'm so done with you, Pablo. It's over.

I just wanna remind you,

there's a two-drink minimum tonight.

And for those of you that are underage,

it's illegal,

so please do Cuko a favor

and don't get caught!

And remember to visit the showroom

in front of the club.

We've got products for everybody!

Acne Cure eliminates pimples in hours

instead of days.

Thank you!

These ladies, they are the hottest thing

to hit Chi-Town since the Chicago fire.

The All-Stars ain't got nothing

on these mami chulas.

And if I were them,

I'd be shaking in my panties

for the upcoming battle's grand prize!

So let's give it up

for the bootylicious Imported Delight!

Come on, let's go, step!

Girl, they ain't got nothing on you.

Gina, you always say that.

You see? They ain't even that good.

I kind of like that.

- I don't even need...

- What? What, girl? I will cut your face.

Gina, Gina, just...

Oh, man! Look at their footwork.

I'm on MySpace, girl.

I want everybody at practice tomorrow.

Okay, I'll be there, Loli. I'll be there.

Carmen, I thought we were

kicking it tomorrow.

Nobody's gonna beat my crew.

- So good.

- Get over it. They're nothing.

Ladies, where are you guys going?

- With you.

- Not sticking around?

I don't like this, come on.

- Girl...

- Gee, this is real cute.

I would hate to see you

with blood on your face,

- so keep it moving, real quick.

- I gotta go.

- I got a razor in my tongue and in my hair.

- I'll call you.

No, you won't. No, you won't.

The b*tch doesn't talk, so, impossible.

- What are you doing here?

- I was looking for you, baby.

Gina, why don't we just

chill for a little bit?

- We can go get some donuts later.

- We're going home, Carmen.

- My treat.

- I'm gonna call you later. I'll call you later.

- We're going home, come on.

- I know.

Hey, you wanna sleep over?

- I'll even let you take me shopping?

- Carmen, why don't you sleep over?

I'll call you tomorrow.

All right, close your books.

It's time for a pop quiz.

What kind of a pop quiz?

A what-the-hell pop quiz.

The psychology profile is something

for you to think about

as you begin to plan your future.

It's designed to help you pick a career

that, maybe later on in your life,

you might not regret.

Salgado.

Would you like to share your aspirations

with the class?

Not really.

Any interests? Any hobbies?

Does slumming count?

- Well, you're the pro.

- Enough.

Miss Salgado.

Hip-hop.

- Hip-hop?

- Forget it.

You wouldn't understand

unless you could dance.

Perhaps.

But right now,

I'm the one asking the questions.

And you're avoiding mine,

which was, "What are your aspirations?"

Hey, you dropped this.

That's not mine.

I know. It's mine.

- Why doesn't this...

- I wish he'd stop torturing us.

Forget about it, girl. Just be happy

that they don't have a live band in there

like Chucho's crazy-ass folks,

busting out sombreros and accordions.

They have accordions?

Yeah, dude, like, real-life accordions.

Like, the little one,

the three-year-old, will be rocking it.

I used to like your dad, now I don't.

Please, can you turn it down? It is so loud.

I disagree. Hey, drunk men.

Who smells like it? You.

- You like it?

- Yeah. I love the look in the cat's eyes.

Go and put it in the room, okay?

Hey, look, look, look. Watch.

- One, two, three. One, two, three.

- How are you doing?

No, don't talk to him.

He's upset his girlfriend broke up with him.

I broke up with her.

I love you so much.

I'm allergic to tomatoes.

Where are you going now?

I gotta go do homework.

And then I got practice. Gina!

- Gina.

- Coming.

Looks like you cleaned up for me,

how sweet.

You are such a good friend.

La Virgen, please

forgive me for my sins,

'cause I am going to commit a hell

of a lot of them tonight.

- Hallelujah.

- Okay.

Yo, hurry up, dude.

Hold up, I gotta do this

stupid profile test for school

to figure out what I wanna be.

Sh*t, I already know what I wanna be.

- What are you gonna be?

- A Casa Del Pueblo employee.

Until they fire me.

And then what are you gonna do?

Probably end up at Elsa's Funeral Home.

What, until she fires you?

That was really hurtful.

I know what we can be.

We can be... Not strip dancers...

Private dancers!

Come into my world, baby boy.

I need a pole. Where's a pole?

Give me a pole. I need a pole.

Irene, do you have a broom?

She's on her ass right now.

Here you go.

- Will this work for you?

- You gotta hold it for me, okay?

'Cause you so lucky.

They'll love your ass. Sing with me.

And then we come, and we go

And we come and go, we do

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah

What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up?

Girl, I have to finish this!

You're distracting.

You're lame.

Okay.

Dude, are you gonna finish that taco?

- Do you want it?

- Hell, yeah.

- Okay, you got it. One more time.

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