- I think I'll just have the mulita as is. I don't want any onions.
- Do what you want to do.
- You know what the difference is between a mulita and a quesadilla?
- I don't care.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
- (intercom, background) 281.
- One's made with a corn tortilla and the other's flour.
- (man's voice, background) 281! That's Number 281!
- Yea, you would know.
- (laughs) I asked them.
- It's not like you've forgotten the language.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- You shouldn't have done it.
- Done what?
- Nothing.
- What are you talking about? This again?
- Why you gotta ask him for the lighter?
- Oh my god, you're still on that?
- Right in front of me, too.
- Baby...
- You might as well have blew him.
- Is that what you want to have said to me?
- You don't go to another guy to ask him to light your cigarette when he's smoking with his friends.
- So? You were fiddling with yours.
- Oh I was fiddlin' with it, huh?
- (intercom, background) 282.
- Yours wasn't working, babe. I was getting it for us.
- And at a church.
- (man's voice, background) That's 282! You want your 282!
- (continuing) What are you doing smoking in front of everyone at church?
- Cause I was with you!
- I don't care.
- So you like it when we smoke together but not if anyone else sees me smoking?
- You touch his hand when he lit it for you?
- No.
- All Mexican food tastes the same, that's why these cheapskates just all get tacos, anyway.
- You didn't say anything about my blouse. I bought it for you.
- You bought it for me, huh? I don't wear blouses.
- (chuckling) Remember that night we were drunk and you let me paint your toenails?
- I didn't see any of the other guys' girlfriends smoking along side them.
- But I'm your girlfriend.
- Yea, believe me, I know.
- You're so mean to me.
- I'm so mean to you?
- (intercom, background) Order 282.
- No one has ever been as mean to me as you.
- Yea, you mean from all the other guys.
- (man's voice, background) Come on, 282—that's 282 everybody!
- No one has ever treated me as cruel as you.
- And where are they now?
- I don't care.
- They fucked you and left you that's where they are. I'm the only one that's cared about you. I'm the one that's still here.
- This isn't how you care about someone.
- Go get your fuckin' mulito then.
- It's a mulita.
- Do what you want to do.
- You know what the difference is between a mulita and a quesadilla?
- I don't care.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
- (intercom, background) 281.
- One's made with a corn tortilla and the other's flour.
- (man's voice, background) 281! That's Number 281!
- Yea, you would know.
- (laughs) I asked them.
- It's not like you've forgotten the language.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- You shouldn't have done it.
- Done what?
- Nothing.
- What are you talking about? This again?
- Why you gotta ask him for the lighter?
- Oh my god, you're still on that?
- Right in front of me, too.
- Baby...
- You might as well have blew him.
- Is that what you want to have said to me?
- You don't go to another guy to ask him to light your cigarette when he's smoking with his friends.
- So? You were fiddling with yours.
- Oh I was fiddlin' with it, huh?
- (intercom, background) 282.
- Yours wasn't working, babe. I was getting it for us.
- And at a church.
- (man's voice, background) That's 282! You want your 282!
- (continuing) What are you doing smoking in front of everyone at church?
- Cause I was with you!
- I don't care.
- So you like it when we smoke together but not if anyone else sees me smoking?
- You touch his hand when he lit it for you?
- No.
- All Mexican food tastes the same, that's why these cheapskates just all get tacos, anyway.
- You didn't say anything about my blouse. I bought it for you.
- You bought it for me, huh? I don't wear blouses.
- (chuckling) Remember that night we were drunk and you let me paint your toenails?
- I didn't see any of the other guys' girlfriends smoking along side them.
- But I'm your girlfriend.
- Yea, believe me, I know.
- You're so mean to me.
- I'm so mean to you?
- (intercom, background) Order 282.
- No one has ever been as mean to me as you.
- Yea, you mean from all the other guys.
- (man's voice, background) Come on, 282—that's 282 everybody!
- No one has ever treated me as cruel as you.
- And where are they now?
- I don't care.
- They fucked you and left you that's where they are. I'm the only one that's cared about you. I'm the one that's still here.
- This isn't how you care about someone.
- Go get your fuckin' mulito then.
- It's a mulita.
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