Mosquita y Mari

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Hurry, Yoli.

(loud music )

Whoa, sh*t!

(School bell rings)

Why'd you leave, girl?

I stayed for a little bit.

It was tight, huh?

It was sick!

So then let's go again today?

Again... It's Tuesday.

Everyday's a Friday for her.

You know what? That's not cool.

Is that my lipgloss?

It'd better not be my lipgloss.

Mom gave it to me...

Mom gave it to me.

How many times do I have

to tell you! It's mine!

Stop lying, it's mine!

I don't want you

going through my stuff.

Good day, Don Pedro!

Dona Herlinda!

(Dona Herlinda) Both.

He's looking.

Hey! Hey!

Damn it.

Olivia!

Olivia!

(Students chattering)

I was just talking about

alternate angles.

Interior, exterior. Ok?

They're all congruent.

Mr. G!

I'll be right with you.

We're going to go over it.

Mr. G!

It looks great, Yolanda.

Let's keep looking

at these over here.

You do understand this, right?

- Yes?

- Yes.

Yes?

Ok, Mari Rodriguez...

You're gonna have to share

until I get a copy of the textbook.

Yolanda, can you share

your textbook with her

and help her catch up?

And you're going to have

to turn that over.

It's off.

( Students Ooh and Ahh )

Ok, ok, relax.

Just make it disappear, ok?

What?

Nothing, you're my neighbor

is all.

And?

Do I owe you something?

I'm just saying.

You look like a little fly.

Pinche mosquita.

Ok.

I'm working on getting

your homework posted online.

Tomorrow, I do not want to hear,

"What was the homework, Mr. G?"

I love the exoitement.

Wait, Cuata. I'm putting it

on my left eye.

That means you got to

put it on your right.

So did you guys

check out the new girl?

What's up with

that freakin' attitude?

Trying to act all tough and sh*t

in front of everyone.

Please. I think she's trouble.

Ay, Cuata.

You don't even know her, Vicky.

Neither do you!

Just saying. It must suck being

new at a big ass school.

People can be rude and stuff.

Ay, Yoli.

Here you go again with that

holy santita bullshit.

It's getting real old.

I left that back in junior high.

I'm just saying.

Well, get over it.

That's what I'm saying.

Don't trip off her girl.

She's just feeling off and sh*t.

Yeah, I guess.

(School bell rings)

She's just bitchy right now

cuz she started her period

and I didn't.

(School bell rings)

What's up with Mr. G?

Why does he always

give us a lot of homework?

I don't know, man.

I don't know what's up.

This is geometry.

He has to calm down.

Sh*t, you're smoking

a joint, Yoli?

Right, Cuata?

Dude, it smells like weed.

Maybe that's how

her number two smells.

You're so stupid!

Hey!

What the hell?

You think you're

some kind of hot sh*t?

I am hot sh*t, dumbass.

Crazy b*tch!

Hey! Hey!

Alright, who's got it?

Hey, don't look at me.

We don't know either.

Let's just see

what the office knows.

Mari.

Thank you.

Thanks for pushing me

out in time.

My parents would have

freaked out

over something like this.

So what'd the Dean say?

I flushed that roach

down the toilet

so all they could do is warn me:

next time I'm out.

Out?

Yeah. They said I could

make it easier on myself

if I just drop out

and get my GED.

They're stupid.

It's not that crazy.

But what about college?

It's a waste of time.

It's not a waste of time.

It is for me.

Look, after school

we can meet up.

We'll go through

my Geometry book

and go over

whatever other stuff.

History, English...

Weekdays are good.

Weekends too.

One of that.

Thank you.

I don't know about studying

on the weekends.

You know, if you do good,

it's like the biggest...

Even if you don't go to college,

just imagine having the chance

to shove those grades

in their faces.

They'd feel so stupid.

I have all the homework.

We can start today.

You know you don't

owe me sh*t, right?

I know.

Mama!

(Music plays from the TV)

(TV turns off)

Please Mari?

Nope!

We should play some Ska

while doing our homework.

You won't be able to focus.

Yeah, but it'll make it fun.

Hello, my daughter.

Hello.

No. Damn!

You ok?

I found it in my mom's drawer.

You look nice, Mari.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Mom's calling you.

Let's break up into groups.

You three, Chapter 10.

You three in the middle,

Chapter 11.

Chapter 10 on the outside.

You three also Chapter 11

and Chapter 10.

Oops.

Douche!

Skank!

She's calling you.

Hop on already!

Hold on.

But not too tight.

Just like that.

Alright.

No, no, no, no, no!

Wait! My turn, my turn!

- You better not drop me!

- I'm not! I'm not!

- Promise.

- I promise.

I hope you end up

liking Huntington Park.

Why wouldn't I?

Cuz sometimes the air

smells like pan dulche

and others say

it smells like chemicals.

Or like the Las Cuatas say,

"It smells like ass. "

Holy...

Are you okay?

What did I say!

Alright, that's enough.

Oh, sh*t. It's open.

We should go, Mari.

Come on, Mosquita.

"I love Chuy. "

"Hydo Y Rusbi por vida. "

"Guera Y Chaparra

friends forever. "

"Mosquita y Mari. "

F*** the rest.

Whenever anybody

gets on our nerves,

this'll be our

"kick it" spot.

This is private property, Mari.

We can't just make it our own.

It's not like anybody's gonna

come here anytime soon.

"Smurf is my man.

All b*tches stay away. "

Yeah, you fight for your

little blue man, dumbass.

I bet you that guy Smurf

got his name

from wearing his

ugly-ass shorts.

What?

Nothing.

Smurfette.

Oh, hell, no!

Gotcha.

Look, you can do the recording

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