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A good idea?

You have a green card, right?

Yes.

But long drive.

If you don't want to go,

I'll just hire someone.

Okay. I drive.

Are we in Orange County yet?

I don't know.

Do you only see white people?

I don't know. Maybe.

Then we're in f***ing Orange County.

Pretty houses.

Oh, I hated trials in Orange County.

A, you had to assume that

everyone was a f***ing retard.

Or B, you had to assume that everyone

was a f***ing right-wing Nazi sympathizer.

"Oh, hey,

I'm the card-carrying

ACLU defense attorney.

Please don't hold that

against my client...

and sentence him to death

for shoplifting."

Okay.

And don't get me started

on that f***ing Nixon library.

You take your medicine today?

Would we be driving to Tijuana

if I took my f***ing medicine today?

- So how does this work?

- I speak English.

Oh, great. Okay.

- What do you need?

- I made a list.

And then I checked on the Internet...

to see if they were different in Mexico.

This is a lot.

Are you trying to sedate a small city?

This is a very good soap.

No buy at home.

Get it. Get it.

Do you have prescriptions?

I thought we... I thought

we didn't need prescriptions.

Well, at the border, unless you have

prescriptions, they will take them away.

Okay, so what do we do? What do we do?

We open up Mary here.

That seems really, really tricky.

What if we get caught?

You're a rich white woman.

Have you ever been caught at anything?

Will you just get me something

other than Mary?

I have problems with anything religious.

I think you have bigger problems.

Perceptivo.

That's the one.

What was your favorite restaurant

when you lived here?

Are you hungry?

Yeah, I am hungry.

I know a very good place.

- But it... it's not cheap.

- Is that so?

Sky's the limit. Come on. Let's go.

Okay.

Who... Who is this guy again?

Saint Jude.

The saint patron

of lost and desperate causes.

Perfect.

- What?

- Silvana!

They are my friends,

Irma and Innocencia.

Oh. Nice to meet you.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Silvana, do you want

to go shopping more,

or do I have to get you home?

- Shopping.

- Yeah? Okay, great.

And, Silvana, thank you for lunch.

It was just wonderful.

Very nice to meet you ladies.

I always think you don't speak Spanish.

I understood a few words,

but mostly it was those b*tches' attitudes.

- Thank you.

- De nada.

They are friends when I was young.

You know?

Now they are not friends.

Because of money.

That's f***ed up.

That's life.

- What's going on?

- Maybe you sit up.

Well, I'd really rather not.

But it doesn't hurt you to sit up.

Silvana, I don't want to. It...

Maybe it's good to do now!

Please.

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