A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints Page #4

Will you just stop teasing?

The heat's unbearable.

We gotta get a fan, Monty.

We gotta get a fan.

Maria, you still there?

I have to attach

this machine.

She's gonna set

this place on fire!

Can I see

what's going on?

I brought the tape.

I brought the machine

to show you, Monty.

I don't care

about that machine.

You can play things

from the television.

So it's that machine.

Rewind that.

Let's see that again.

Dito, where you going?

It's show time over here.

Are you expecting a date

with that girl?

That swimmer?

We heard from your friend

you have a girlfriend now, huh?

She's a swimmer?

A Swimmer?

Who, Laurie?

She sells food at the pool.

Yeah, she sells food

at the pool.

That swimmer girl?

right, Antonio?

The swimmer girl.

Uncle George,

she's not a swimmer.

She sells food at the pool.

That's what she does.

What does she do?

Like races or marathons?

Maybe it was the guy

from Coney Island.

The Irish guy.

The guy who wants the band.

Right, Monty?

She's a swimmer.

What's she doing at the pool

if she don't swim?

You have seven

new messages.

Uh, Dito,

this is Nerf.

Your old friend Nerf.

Monty's not,

not doing too good, man.

I know Antonio called you

and, uh,

you-- you're father's

real sick, man.

Your mom called me

and... she really wants you

to come home, you know.

So you should.

Hey, come back.

F*** you!

I hate those fucks!

What are you doing?

Pay, thank.

Oh, my God.

Chinese motherf***er

always staring me down!

You pay.

Why does your dad

calls us swimmers?

'Cause you work

at a pool.

But I'm not a swimmer.

You better tell Antonio

and his f***ing brother

not to come around my house.

I don't like that a**hole.

Diane, don't worry

about it.

He's a controlling little f***!

I could tell

just by looking at him.

You're making it bigger.

Stop being crazy, alright?

Is it just me

or does that n*gger

seem retarded?

What the f*** are you doing?

That's my friend's

mother's store.

That's the sh*t they wrote

on your housel

What the f***

are you doing?

You got a problem?

Get off him right now.

I'm not playing.

What the f***?

Are you crazy?

F***ing b*tch!

That's right, a**hole.

I don't have a problem.

Laurie, go get Antonio.

You need a b*tch

to go get your man?

I should f***in' kill you!

I should f***in' kill you.

I'm gonna get you.

I got you, baby.

You stupid f***in' b*tch!

You nappy motherf***er.

I got you!

Explain this to me.

You and this swimmer

got into some trouble?

Mr. Montiel,

I don't even swim.

You don't swim.

Look at that eye.

We collect tickets

where the food is

at the swimming pool.

I'm thinking of quitting.

Maybe working

at the supermarket.

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