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.