G:Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
G:I'll have a Mojito and a menu.
C:Here's your menu. You can have my foot or my fist. Either one comes with a side of claw marks...
If I find out there's another woman, I swear La Llorona will get you.
P:Ay, you know I have to leave tonight.
C:OK, Papi. But if I find out it's more like monkey business...
P:I know. I know. I know.