Casa de mi Padre Page #3

and this morning with Sonia...

Perhaps she is lying. B*tches are liars.

It is true. B*tches are liars.

But Miss Lopez is no b*tch.

I like b*tches.

You two wait here

while I go and talk to Raul.

It is true, Raul?

What are you speaking of, Armando?

You are in the drug business.

I am in business in Mexico, Armando.

What's the difference?

Raul, you have brought shame to our family.

No, Armando. I am here to save this family.

There's a difference.

You are taking this family to hell!

Armando, Little Armando, listen.

Yes.

So I move drugs over the border.

So why do you care?

I do not sell drugs to my people.

I sell it to the Americans.

I don't sell drugs to our people.

No, no, no.

I sell the Americans drugs, but I'd sell

them chocolates if they wanted them.

But they don't!

This is not the America

our father held in such high esteem.

This is a country of babies.

They buy houses with no money.

TVs and cars with no money.

They stuff their faces like monsters

with sh*t burgers and grease.

It's irresponsible to feed candy to babies.

No, they are not babies, Armando.

They are all adults, and they are crazy.

They only cry like babies.

The damn Mexicans are coming!

They are going to f*** us up

and kill us with their drugs!

F*** them!

F*** their drug-addicted children!

F*** them all.

F*** their heroin-addicted wives

who stuff themselves non-stop with pasta.

F*** their pot smoking doctors

from California.

F*** them!

If they can't stop themselves

from shoving bags of sh*t up their nose,

then let's make a buck while we can,

Little Armando.

Yes, yes. If it was so simple.

But instead we have been infected

with greed.

We will all kill each other

feeding the sh*t-eating

crazy monster babies.

Look, Armando, this country will be strong

from America's weakness.

Sons of b*tches.

What's up?

You are Raul?

You know very well who I am.

And I know very well who you are.

Onza.

Onza.

The Onza.

So, Raul, what the hell are you doing here?

I am here visiting my family.

I am here because...

This is my land.

You motherf***er,

you think you're a big boy?

He's really funny. Isn't he, Armando?

Look, Raul.

I don't believe you.

You have already taken my woman,

and I think you are here for something more.

The woman was never yours.

- Oh, no?

- No.

And I repeat.

I am here...

...because...

...this is my land.

Armando.

Yes?

Can I call you Little Armando?

I'd like that.

Do you know what your brother is doing?

Do you know what business he is in?

It's very dangerous for you

and very dangerous for him.

And it's very dangerous for your family.

Easy, easy.

Not all dirty, little ranchers

like Canadian Slims.

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