Chasing Papi Page #5

and he is untrustworthy!

Have we no pride, girls?

He doesn't deserve us!

I'm with the bookworm.|My mom always said...

"lfa man cheats on you,|he doesn't respect you."

I propose that we walk out ofhere,|and we never look back.

We should wait here|and give him a heart attack.

No, no, no, no. We must cease|and desist of all contact whatsoever.

That's what he deserves.|- Cracked huevos is what he deserves.

But I like your plan...|it's subtle.

And subtle's|your middle name.

As of this moment, we agree|to be honest in our intention...

to abandon Tomas Fuentes.

We swear on our oath|as honorable women.

Who taught you to talk like that?|- Agreed?

Agreed.|- Good.

I'm Lorena Morales.|- I'm Cici.

Just "Cici"?

Like Charo.|- Like Cher.

Que ridiculez,|- I am patricia sofia...

whatever!|- Ordonez coronado del pescador.

Ay, she must be european!

Remember, we've|got to be strong.

Because we deserve|more than this.

I don't care|how many times he tries.

I will not take his call,|- Neither will I.

I wonderwho he will call first.|I mean...

I know it won't be me.

If he can have you two,|what would he want with a chica like me?

Pues, ciao, muijeres,

well, I guess,|this is good-bye.

Yes, good-bye.

If he can have you two,|what would he want with a chica like me?

Tomas needs intellectual stimulation.|- And culture.

He wouldn't go for the...|- blond with the b*obs...

Would he?|- Would he?

Romeo-meo

romeo-meo

rome-romeo

rome-romeo

Okay, Tomas. It's time to relax.

Mi amor, I was|just thinking about you.

Really? May I come in?|- Of course, my sweet.

Where are my manners?|- Oh, I don't know.

Perhaps you left them|in new york...

or, maybe, Miami?

Isn't it trueyou were in both|of those cities recently?

Very recently, in fact.

Uh, yes, for my work, amor,|- oh, your work.

No other reason, Tomas?

I don't know what you mean?|- I thinkyou do.

Mi amor...|- no me toques,

querida, go upstairs.

I will make you a drink, okay?

I'm gonna have|more questions foryou, Tomas!

I'll be right there,

What was she saying...|new york and Miami? Oh, my god!

No way. No way.

Now, stay calm.

Breathe, Tomas.|Just breathe.

Patricia, I was just|thinking about you.

How could you, Tomas?

I thought you had better taste|than a librarian and some sort of...

a prostitute!|- What areyou talking about?

Who are those drinks for?|- For me?

Two drinks?|- Yes. So I don't have to come back for a refill.

See? Mmm.

Come into the kitchen.|I will fix two foryou.

Federal express.

I'll be right back.

This can't be happening.

Oh, my god.|It is happening.

Ay, Cici!|- You've been very, very bad, cabron!

Mamita.|- Take a good look at me, papi.

Feast your eyes|on what you're losing and forwhat?

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