Bobbie: You always makin' big plans for tomorrow. You know why? Because you always fuckin' up today.
Bobbie: My mama used to say that America's the big melting pot. You bring it to a boil and all the scum rises to the top.
Roberto: Very strange mother, my mother.
Roberto: Not enough room to swing a cat... Cat. The animal.
Roberto: If looks can kill, I am dead now.
Roberto: And now I have falled in love, at last. I have finded my new home. She has asked to me if I stay here, to live together with her forever and ever. Like in a book for children.
Roberto: I scream. You scream. We all scream. For ice cream.