How the Garcia Girls Spent Their Summer Page #2

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What about Jose?

Jose #1 or Jose #2?

Get in.

Where are you going?

What's it to you?

I'm not going without

my friend.

Which one's your friend?

It's your pick.

You.

Nice tits.

What? What did you say?

I said, nice tits.

Okay, okay, I heard you

the first time.

You're a real conversationalist.

Sure. I'll be whatever

you want me to be.

Can we go now?

Five more minutes, okay?

So, um, how long are you

here?

Supposedly forever.

Supposedly?

Yeah. I'm here to help out

my uncle at his garage.

But there's not much

to do here, huh?

Um... No, not really.

Yeah. I don't think I can

last here much longer.

You've been here two weeks.

How'd you know that?

Everybody knows everything

around here.

What else have you heard?

That you got some girl in

trouble, and you're here

hiding out.

I'm not hiding... ohh!

Stupid small town people.

Hey!

I'm sorry.

Anyway, I don't really care

why you're here.

You don't?

No, I mean, so what if

there's another girl?

She has nothing to do with me.

Right?

You know you like me.

You know I'm a funny,

nice guy.

Come on.

What I would do to hips

like yours... Mwah!

I don't think you should be

talking to me like that.

Oh, jeez, Sal, we picked

ourselves up a couple of

virgins.

What's your problem?

Shut up, virgin!

Please! I can smell you

from a block away.

I think you should

take us home now.

Hey.

Hey, hi.

Yeah, hey, you wanna, um,

come over and play some cards

or something?

Let him cook his own dinner.

Oh, no, that's okay.

No, it's okay.

Thanks. Bye.

Hey, Nora, hi.

Um, you wanna come over

and, um, you know, have

a couple of drinks

or something?

I, uh, I got plenty of beer.

Oh, well, they can

come over too.

They can play over in

Blanca's room.

Oh.

That's okay.

Yeah, I'll see you around.

Okay. Bye.

# (man singing love song

in Spanish) #

Do you think it's true

what they said?

What?

That he can smell a virgin

a block away?

Don't be stupid.

They're just being jerks.

Anything?

You?

A**holes.

Mom.

Mom, come on.

No! God.

Just... no, leave me alone.

Mom, go to bed. Come on.

Up. Up, up, up, up, up.

Oh, jeez.

Come on.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

You know, Mom, you should

really get yourself a boyfriend.

Yeah, like that's gonna solve

all my problems.

No, actually, it wouldn't,

but at least it would give you

something to do on

Saturday nights.

Just keep your legs shut.

What does that have to do

with anything?

Boys your age

only want one thing.

Any age, really.

That is the biggest cliche.

Honey, cliches exist

for a reason... that's because

they're true. 'Night.

All right, good night.

No, no, no!

You're doing it all wrong!

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