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script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the movie starring Adam
Sandler and Paz Vega, along with Tea Leoni.. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly
transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Spanglish. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally
tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to
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To Dean of Admissions,
Princeton University.The most influential person in my life...... is Mother Teresa, whose example
helped me overcome the arrogance...which threatened after my SAT score
and National Merit Scholarship.My influential person taught me
the most important word I've learned.Aloha, which I...To the Dean of Admissions,
Princeton University...from Cristina Moreno.Most influential person: My mother.
No contest.I think I have been pointing
toward this essay...ever since the day, years ago in Mexico,
when my father left.Such was my mother's need to protect me...that she would not let me see her cry.The trick was...get over it as quickly
and privately as possible.Such was my need to protect her...that I never let on that I could hear her.My mother kept us in Mexico
as long as possible...to root me in all things Latin.Finally, she sensed
our last opportunity for change.We would leave for America."One tear.""Just one.""So make it a good one," she said.She would be my Mexico.Because this admissions essay
is open record...let me just say that our transportation
into the United States was...economy class.In order to raise me properly...my mother needed as much of the security
of her own culture as possible.So we rolled through Texas...just % Hispanic...to Los Angeles... % Hispanic.
...look at the Detroit Pistons.
And your mother's saying, "Get up!"
But, no, what of it?
You can't see them. Why?
'Cause you're being killed...
you're being strangled
by the psychotic Raider fans.
What do you have in Oakland?
You got a bunch of psychotic...
A few minutes adrift
in an alien environment...then we turned a corner,
and we were right back home.My mother's favorite cousin,
Monica, gave us shelter.For the next six years...neither of us ventured outside
our new community.Mom worked two jobs,
paying a total of $ a week...each of us doing everything we could
to make things work.We were safe and happy.If only I could have stayed six.But I was blossoming.And during my very first dance...in the time it took a boy's hand...to go from my back to my bottom...it was evident that
she would have to leave her night job...to keep a watchful eye on me.Within days, she was
on her way to a job interview.She needed $ from one job.And that meant,
after all her time in America...finally entering a foreign land.Hello?
Yeah, hi. We're here for
the interview with Mrs. Clasky?
Oh, great. You made it.Come on in. The front door's open
and we're out back. Okay?And call me Deborah.Holding out had helped though.She was no longer intimidated.Working for Anglos
now posed no problems.It would just be a job.White America beckoned.She stepped across the cultural divide.
Gee whiz in heaven, are you okay?
No. Don't worry, I'm not mad.
I've been looking for decoration to put up
on the glass so people wouldn't walk into it.
Instead of taking what was in stock,
which was awful, I special ordered...
but I'll design something myself,
which I should've done...
What does that matter
when your nose is bleeding?
- Shut up, Deborah.
- Now you got it, Mom.
- There's no ice pack, Bern!
- So get anything frozen.
Pressure! Just pressure!
Take this.
Is it strange that I just gave you money?
I just felt really badly.
It's okay.
Chum, knock it off!
I'm sorry about the way the place looks.
I'm hosting a fundraiser
for the school tonight.
It's just a mess. Come sit right here.
Here you go.
Yeah, just... That's great.
Just toss it.
She's my cousin.
She's been here for a while and
she understands some, but doesn't really...
speak English, but, anyway...
She lives in the apartment I manage and...
- So who am I interviewing?
- Her.
You're gorgeous.
She didn't mean it as a compliment.
It's more of an accusation.
- Mother!
- Go ahead.
I'm sorry. This is my daughter, Bernie...
- and my mother, Evelyn Wright.
- Evelyn.
- Do you want to come in out of the sun?
- No, we're fine.
You need some sunscreen? I got a here.
She loves the sun.
Look, we're wearing the same sweater.
That's good booga-booga.
You want some lemonade, maybe?
Lemonade, please?
Would you like to take some? Both of you?
Okay, let's just talk.
I have two children. My husband is
a top chef. Like that makes me something.
- Anyway, he works nights, so...
- Do you work?
Yes. No. Not right now. Why?
How do you know to ask that?
It's okay. I can talk about it. I just...
I ran a commercial design company
until four months ago...
when it was downsized to zip.
- Now I'm a full-time mom. Gulp!
- Double gulp.
I have two children.
My son Georgie is nine, Bernie you know...
and I like the house to be like me,
you know...
I'm very loose and meticulous
at the same time.
It's all about first names
and closeness here.
Let her know, absolutely.
But I do care about the place.
I'm so sorry,
I'm not leaving you time to translate.
What's your name?
Llamo. It's one of my five Spanish words.
Flor Moreno.
Floor?
Flor.
- Floor?
- No, Flor.
Floor.
Flor.
- It means "flower," right?
- Flower, yes.
- Floor! What I walk on, right?
- Flor.
- Flor.
- Flor!
Is there some school of the ear
I'm flunking out off right now?
What'd she say?
She says if you curl your tongue,
then let it be loose, you'll get it...
and that it's really hard for Americans...
and that it's great you try so hard.
Because most people wouldn't bother.
She gets me.
Flor.
Dense, but stubborn, right?
Now, see what you just did for me?
That is just what the kids need.
Patience and encouragement.
All right, money.
- Goodbye. Look forward to seeing you.
- Love you.
The job is six days a week.
Seven, eight, hours, it depends.
All the housekeeping, driving the kids.
How much a week do you want?
- Whatever you say.
- No!
No. This is a very important question...
because if you ask for too little,
it means you don't value yourself.
You ask for too much,
it means you're taking advantage. So?
$ .
She's kidding!
$ !
Welcome to the family.
Come on. I want to show you around.
Come on!
I had never known that my mother
had been chronically worried about money...until the first glimpse of her
as financially unburdened.
Can we have a table for two, please?
- We're celebrating.
- Okay, right this way.
Is this good?
- Gracias.
- You're welcome.
Here you go.
Enjoy.
- Gracias.
- You're welcome.
Whoa, expensive.
Excuse me.
Those men would like to buy you a drink.
Thank you.
- No, gracias.
- Okay.
Sorry.
This is so embarrassing.
My mother said to tell them,
"Who do you think you are?
"Can't you see I'm with my daughter,
for God's sake?"
Good.
She said, "Who do you think you are?"
She's with her daughter, for God's sake.
Her young daughter.
Passing on the left!
Left!
Morning, Flor. See you up there.
Hey! Will you try this?
Isn't that good?
Okay, think seriously about getting up.
You don't have to get up yet,
but are you thinking seriously about it?
- Yes.
- Okay.
My God. This is amazing!
A simple "it's good" will do.
I'm glad you like it.
But you could do without this.
No!
Flor, never do fetch to Chum! Never!
I'm not mad. I'm thinking of you.
This is me being nice.
Okay. It's just...
no taking the ball from the dog.
Just don't. No fetch.
No. Never do fetch with this dog.
Okay? Never.
Here, can you make us
some coffee, maybe? Yeah?
Okay. Right. Thank you.
- Now?
- Yes, actual up.
Hey, Dad!
Are you as mad at me as Mom
'cause of what happened?
No, Georgie, I'm not.
Are you mad at me?
- No.
- Good.
Let's hope.
When it comes to the kids, John,
we got to stay on the same page!
United. Doing consistent parenting.
Do you know how many books
on parenting I've read?
Deb, since high school we've been able
to read each other. Take advantage of it.
Word for word, what did you say
to Georgie exactly?
"No, I'm not mad."
Good guy...
bad guy.
Come on.
What the hell are you doing?
Everything's okay.
- John.
- Yes.
Do you really think that cupping my breast...
- is going to solve the issue here?
- It's worked before.
Now it's infuriating me.
- Wrong breast.
- Oh, my God!
No, I know what you mean.
Oh, my God. Don't do the calm thing.
Just don't go there. Don't do that thing.
This is very important to you. Us.
I just like to level with Georgie.
That's why I answered him this way.
This is not an argument, honey.
Yes, it is!
We're having a fight, John.
A big fight, at last.
So could you stop
being so stark raving calm?
Great God in heaven, save me.
Hi.
I didn't know Deb found somebody.
You work here?
You're gonna help out
with the house and kids?
You work here
and you don't speak any English at all?
All she has to do is dial
and press two for Spanish.
This is...
Flor, this is Georgie and this is John.
John, this is Flor.
Flor.
Great. I'll take Georgie to school.
No, I'm doing it.
I'm gonna show Flor the ropes.
Flor, will you come with me, please?
Come. Thank you.
- She's mad.
- You're fine. Deb?
- What?
- You love me.
- Not the best place to stand, fella.
- No, it's me. I'm bugged.
I'm sorry.
Not a problem.
You're the new helper, Alex, right?
Okay, welcome. First day.
John, I have something very important
to tell you.
- Damn.
- What?
Victor recognized a food critic
over the phone.
- From?
- The Times.
I'll bet they sent her
across the country just for us.
- Lf you're nervous, take a walk.
- I don't need a walk.
I'll walk with you. I know a breathing thing.
What do you think I'm worried about?
How I'm gonna cook?
That's not the thing. That's not the problem.
I worked at a restaurant in New York
that had four stars.
It was like a line formed
to become an asshole.
People's accents changed.
The heart went out of the place.
You understand?
- No.
- I agree with everything you just said.
I admire you for your feelings.
I hope to adopt them as my own.
Here we are, ladies.
I don't know what to root for.
The thought of one star gets me nauseous...
but with four, there's no place to go but,
"My God, they took away one of my stars!"
- The Times liked the first course.
- You know what you want?
Three and a quarter stars.
Yes, that would be perfect.
It'd mean you're good,
but not good enough to feel disappointed...
you just missed out on excellence.
You still get enough respect.
Good people wanna work with you.
Business is good, not crazy.
You're right below the radar,
where you get to mind your own business.
That's a good, solid life.
Big wipe.
I'm in the vitamin section
and this little hip-hop girl, what's her name?
Nice surprise, thank you. You want some?
This little hip-hop girl, what's her name?
Grammys.
She's famous. You kids know her. Oh, darn.
God bless the language barrier.
It keeps you from being bored with me.
Anyway, she said:
- "Aren't you Evelyn Wright?"
- Oh, my God!
First of all, that she remembered me
from the old covers.
- Yeah.
- And then she...
- Oh, please. Her name.
- Stop it.
- It makes the story so much better.
- It's still a good story.
She said:
"Whenever I think everything's"...
Pardon my French, pardon her French.
"A mother-hm-hm...
"I put on one of your records."
Oh, my God.
That is so sweet.
Well, you think your life is embarrassing,
and then...
somebody finds encouragement in it.
- You understand?
- I think I do.
Mom, it's not even noon.
- This is going to work.
- I don't know anything.
Free your mind.
"The president whose policies...
"many consider responsible
for the Great Depression."
I don't know.
- Name a vacuum cleaner.
- What?
- Okay, I got it.
- Hoover.
- I said I had it. You don't trust me?
- Okay.
I no longer know nothing.
And Hoover was followed in office by...
I'm just drawing blanks. I'm embarrassed.
It's my own fault.
I spent all my time on math,
which I'm lucky if I don't flunk, anyway.
Stop it.
The man you're looking for is not a ruse.
- What does "ruse" mean?
- Phony.
Roosevelt!
If I'd ever heard of that word before,
that would lock it in.
- Surprise! New clothes.
- What?
- What did I do right?
- It was a warehouse sale.
I went nuts. I got so much stuff.
Great! She needed a boost.
That came together.
I wouldn't wear it together, it's a little much.
Eight?
What?
- Eight.
- What?
- Bernie, come on. Listen.
- What's going on?
You're gonna do it,
and you're gonna look beautiful.
Honey, I just...
You are going to lose that weight, and...
You know...
I'm glad you didn't get here earlier,
because...
then I wouldn't be able to tell you that...
your gift to me...
is a ruse.
- Honey, I...
- Please, just excuse me.
- Hey, Bernie...
- I just...
I just need to be alone right now, okay?
I'm sorry. It's okay.
We have to be able to endure this, John,
if we're gonna help her.
I'll just gonna hang out here
and wait for you, okay?
Her pediatrician intervened on
his own daughter's weight, and she is an .
Dad, don't.
Didn't you ever just need a minute?
Yes.
This is the same page
that I'm talking about, John.
We gotta be on the same page.
That's the most important thing.
I don't know why it has to be so hard.
I need a minute.
She's right between the two sizes.
I thought about it.
What am I supposed to do?
Encourage her denial...
or motivate her to get herself in shape?
Flor?
Me go.
- Okay.
- I'll take you to the bus stop.
Sorry, I didn't even help you with the door.
No, what I meant was...
My mother did not understand
her male boss.He seemed as upset as she was
over what had been done to Bernice...
Shit!
... and yet had done nothing.
I am running out of excuses
for the lady of the house!
But, man, Bernice's final is tomorrow.
She didn't need this one.
And just the look on her face
when she got the gifts!
Like for one second she thought...
all her problems with her mother
had been solved!
He appeared to be a good man...but to someone with first-hand knowledge
of Latin macho...he seemed to have
the emotions of a Mexican woman.She had no idea of how to react,
except to flee.
What're you doing? We're still moving.
I'll take you all the way to the bus stop.
You got to let me take you all the way.
I'll take you.
All the way.
How weird was this ride?
Sorry. I'm sorry.
Yes, you are released. Yes.
Bye-bye.
A simple request from my mother
startled me.Her rules were bending.She was losing her battle
to remain uninvolved with the Claskys.
"Try it on."
Try...
Just. "Just try it on."
Just try on.
Just.
Just.
There is one particular cultural difference...which I wish to explore academically
at Princeton.American women, I believe...actually feel the same as Hispanic women
about weight.A desire for the comfort of fullness.And when that desire
is suppressed for style...and deprivation allowed to rule...dieting, exercising American women...
Left!
... become afraid of everything
associated with being curvaceous...such as wantonness, lustfulness...
Left!
... sex, food...motherhood.All that is best in life.
Wow!
Taste, she has.
Just try it on.
When did you learn to speak English?
Just try it on.
It's too tight. It doesn't fit.
Bernice, just try it on.
It's too small. I'm too big.
- Just try it on!
- Okay.
I'll show you.
Thanks.
Lovely way to start the day.
The world's most trim Mexican
learns her first sentence...
and uses it to watch me grunt my way...
into a...
- It fits!
- Okay.
No.
Thanks.
Whatever happened to Frère Jacques
or Itsy-Bitsy Spider?
- Make room.
- I know.
But every time he has a nightmare,
I teach him one of my old songs.
That way, his nightmares have a purpose.
But I don't have to sing it for anyone.
Right, you're clear on that.
How many did you sell of this song,
Grandma?
He likes to know that stuff.
She was huge.
Here goes.
which is great for a jazz album.
Jesus.
Fuck you.
Dad!
For Christ's sake, why are you screaming?
Why, crazy father,
why aren't you screaming?
I'm working on it.
The stunned thing has to get dealt with.
"John Clasky..."
- No.
- Yes.
"John Clasky, who, at ...
"made his mark
on the New York restaurant scene...
"has re-emerged
as a young and confident veteran...
"taking chances with his combinations..."
- Dad.
- Your sister's talking.
"...beginning with a succession
of appetizers...
"is constantly yet casually daring."
Dad, this is so great.
Oh, my God.
I think, here it is.
"Eating at this perfect, smaller,
passionate restaurant...
"inspires one's own abandonment
of caution.
"To wit...
"John Clasky is the best chef
in the United States."
- Look how great you read it.
- Perfect, Dad.
John, four stars. Oh, my God.
You even look different to me.
I wonder what Mom will do?
I read it!
All right. What is this?
I don't know.
I'm just so happy for you
and all your hard work.
Oh, my goodness.
All right.
Don't worry. I'll wait for you.
Nice move.
We are so smooth. Right on.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the mother of two children! Look at that.
You look good.
You're too beautiful. It's ridiculous.
- I like you.
- Okay, I love you.
Go.
You don't even need me, do you?
Just go. Now she's on.
It's all you!
No.
Don't get sad. You had fun, I swear.
Deb, cheer up!
What am I going to do about me?
No, not yet!
Great sex.
It's John Clasky.
"I read your good review."
I read your good review.
They read me your good review.
- Nice.
- Not so far.
I'm sorry. How are you doing?
I do fine.
Be happy.
Be happy.
Yeah. Absolutely.
Congratulations. Good job.
- I need to talk to you.
- Oh, man. Okay.
- You deserved it.
- You were terrific.
Congratulations. You guys worked hard.
Way to go.
- Pietro, what's wrong?
- I got a fantastic offer for my own place.
Everyone wants to back me
since the paper came out.
I can't lose you
and keep the hours I'm keeping.
I can't do my life unless I hold onto you.
I think I just gave you
an incredible bargaining position.
So you gave away % of the restaurant...
without even talking to me about it?
I had to, right then,
or I would have lost him.
Then I wouldn't have enough time
with the family.
- I don't exist.
- Sure you do.
I was all worried, just trying to
figure out the timing to talk to you...
about renting a place for the summer.
I think you have your timing.
- Mom, the realtor's here. You coming?
- Go on.
All right, I'll be back later.
- Hi.
- Hi there.
- I'm Mike.
- Deborah. Hi.
There's a great rental that just came
on the market, so we're starting at the top.
- Okay.
- Good.
I'm never gonna be one of those girls
whose hair...
flows perfectly in a convertible.
Move your seat forward.
I just...
A little more. Good.
You must be trouble.
Look at this.
Isn't it gorgeous?
It's beautiful. It's fabulous. Perfect.
What word is the same in Spanish?
Thank you.
So, this will be your room, okay?
Don't worry.
I'm gonna put lots of nice stuff in here, too.
Did you ask her if she could live in?
Come on.
There are no buses from her to here.
There's no question. Double come on.
The barrio, Carbon Beach.
What to do?
Come on, it's going to be so great.
I'm gonna get someone
to explain everything to you. Come on.
You must learn English.
Why won't she learn English?
Be careful.
I'm gonna have to learn
"you must learn English" in Spanish.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me, do you speak English?
- Yes, I do.
Would you please help me?
Will you translate for me with her?
Sure.
Sure. Forever.
He's gonna...
Give me a minute.
Okay. Hi.
I've rented a house for the summer...
and she needs to sleep at the house
because of the bus schedule.
No, sorry.
What? Why?
She can't, because her daughter.
You have a daughter?
A whole daughter you've never mentioned?
This is a little crazy that I don't know this.
No, don't translate asides.
She said she can't live here.
- Because her daughter...
- I got that.
Her daughter can also live here
for the summer. Go, tell her that.
Deborah, if she didn't tell us
about her child...
she has to have a deep sense of privacy.
We can figure out
how she can still live at home.
Hell, I don't mind driving her at night.
Let's spare the world
you on the roads, okay?
What am I gonna do?
I'm sorry, my friend, but this is what I need.
It's just for the summer.
I don't want to lose you, but...
She said she live here with you.
Hey, Cristina!
Hey, Cristina!
Malibu. Malibu.
The first time one sees natural beauty
which is privately owned...oceans as people's backyards
confounds the senses.
Oh, my gosh.
I didn't know God had a toy store
for the rich.
The beaches are so clean. It's beautiful.
Three months?
We're gonna be staying here
for three months.
We're gonna be staying at this beach
for three months! This is amazing!
You want to go swimming?
Look at this child.
Oh, God, you could make a fortune
at surrogate pregnancy.
How you doing? I'm John.
- Hello.
- Great.
Come on out and meet everybody.
I'm Deborah
and this is my daughter, Bernice.
Here's Georgie...
and my mother, Evelyn Wright.
So glad to meet you.
No comparisons, please.
I'm not even gonna respond to that.
Come here.
My mom says it's best if we go, get
out of your way, and put our things away.
Yes, go get settled.
Thank you so much. I'm thrilled to be here.
Okay, here's the idea.
I need to make a serving platter
for serving fish out of sea glass like this.
Just bits of broken glass
that the ocean sand...
blasts over the years.
So here's the deal.
You guys go hunting for it.
I'll give you cents for any piece you find.
A dollar for any piece
that's bigger than that sucker right there.
All right, $ for any piece
that isn't brown, clear, or green.
- Do we really have to do this?
- What?
- Come on.
- Let's go. Let's do this. Have fun.
- Come on, Chum.
- Go get them, kid.
- Me, too?
- Yes, of course.
Thank you.
Oh, my God, Georgie.
Cristina! Up here. Over here.
What's wrong?
She's wild-eyed over this.
Flor.
I'm sorry.
Very sorry.
Listen, she'll be back shortly.
No, you don't have to work. Give me that.
Here.
Thanks.
Deb made a mistake.
I understand how you feel.
Do you understand what I'm saying
right now, at all?
- No.
- Good. Is simpàtico the word?Uno momento. That's Italian.
I really am sorry that this is happening.
I wanted you to know that.
I really. So sorry. Truly.
I didn't mean like...
I meant just a normal sorry.
So, I'm going to go to work.
Thank you so much.
- Thank you so much for taking me there.
- Stop thanking me.
I really enjoyed having the company.
The flea market was just...
I don't know what to say. It was just...
so many things.
And you.
You knew so much about all of them.
The way you made those people
lower the prices, though.
I just think that you're...
- Never mind.
- No, go ahead. I can take it.
I just think that you're...
the most amazing white woman
that I've ever met.
That is so nice to hear.
Absurd, but deeply appreciated, Cristina.
Oh, my gosh.
Thank you so much. That was so fun.
- This was the best day ever.
- What?
Did something bad happen?
Cristina, tell your mother those wash
right out. It's no big deal.
Not right now.
What?
You can't just take someone else's kid
and then make them over.
Don't go there. Or I'll go there,
and you know where "there" is.
Can you believe what a big deal
Flor is making this into?
Please, shoot me
if I ever become that hard to deal with.
- What's this?
- For you.
From?
Look, you are not yourself.
This was written in anger. Will you hold on?
Sleep on it.
You still want me to have it, that's fine.
Take the letter.
I don't think that you will,
once calm and rational thought returns.
- Take the letter, Deborah.
- Just sleep on it.
She didn't even want us to know
she had a daughter...
and on the first day you take her kid away
without even asking?
- I think that's a little...
- What?
Insensitive? Elitist?
Narcissistic? Irresponsible? Perverse?
Dizzy? What?
Stupid.
When is anyone in this damn house...
in this damn life
gonna consider my feelings?
I tried to make a lovely kid feel welcome.
There is no reason to rake this over.
I let it go and gave Flor the room to let it go,
which I'm sure she has.
It's over, so just get on board, pal.
I slept.
Well, I'm broke.
No, please. Don't worry about it.
You really don't have to pay me.
- Please, don't worry about it.
- I'm just kidding.
- When you count it up, give me a holler.
- I did count.
Many times. I didn't sleep. I counted.
All right, what do I owe you? Give it to me.
$ .
- Really?
- Yes.
- I'm really sorry.
- No.
All right. I don't know.
How about
we figure this out tomorrow, okay?
You even told me, you said that $ ...
I know, I promised.
It's all coming back to me now.
Let me just go deal with this.
Cristina?
Oh, baby.
My mother wishes for me to represent
exactly what she says...
- nothing else.
- What?
- May I talk to you?
- You mean your mother?
Yeah. Sure.
You can talk to me.
I don't have to sleep first?
What's wrong? Come on, sit down.
I'm sorry.
Did you give this money to my daughter?
I made a deal with the kids. All the kids.
Oh, no! Please.
You don't tell or ask the mother
when you give a child a fortune...
for looking on the beach for stones?
- What is the word for this?
- Sea glass.
No, not a name for the stones.
A name for the action, what you did.
Oh, boy, engreído is gonna be rough.
Smug.
I had no idea
it was going to amount to that much money.
I thought, sort of tops, $ .
But $ is a lot of money.
I know.
Oh, shit!
I'm sorry. Come on.
I get what you're upset about.
Excuse me.
It might not look it,
but I am good at getting things.
I know what it's like
when you feel your kid's being messed with.
It won't happen again.
It won't.
- All right.
- Okay.
It's late. You guys get some sleep.
Sleep?
No.
If this was small enough to be helped
by some little apology...
I would be a fool to bring it up.
But I need to say,
no matter what the result...
I need to be impolite.
You leave someone else's child alone.
It is simple, no?
It is too easy for children
to feel contradictions...
and it encourages questioning their parents.
And that makes them feel less safe.
Look.
Your wife takes her for little tours.
And she changes her hair.
And you give her money.
Here, take back the money.
I didn't really mean to be angry to you.
Only emotional, for me.
What about hypocritical?
Yes, you heard me!
It's not like you didn't do the same thing.
Yes, you did.
So why don't you go lecture yourself?
You won't need a translator for that one.
What am I lately, a recycling bin?
Anybody dump in your garbage
and hope I make something useful out of it?
Yes, you did the same thing.
You think I don't know
about you altering those outfits for Bernie?
She tells me her stuff.
So am I missing something?
Is there really a difference between that
and what you're complaining about?
Excuse me.
There's no difference. I interfered.
You're kidding me?
It's just pretty wild
to say something to somebody...
and have the other person
just concede the point.
I'm dazed here.
I feel really embarrassed.
And you were very right. Hypocrisy, yes.
Okay, that doesn't happen very often.
She said we'll leave
whenever it is good for you.
No! Come on, man.
But how can I keep working for you
after we talked like this?
You can't quit the job.
Even if you wanted to. And you know why.
No.
Yes, you do.
You know.
Why?
Because if you do...
Cristina will blame herself
for costing you the job.
And that guilt...
I don't know if you know about guilt.
Guilt, we know. We're Catholics.
We know.
You can't do that to her.
Welcome back.
Good night.
Good night.
You can't be translating for me all the time.
I need to learn English now.
I really wasn't supposed to translate that.
Listen to your mother. She knows it all.
Learning English would cost $ down...and monthly payments of $ ...which represents % interest.Assimilation gets expensive.But not a penny was wasted.Food.
Food.
- I am just learning English.
- I am just learning English.- Please repeat.
- Please repeat.- Neck.
- Neck.- Nose.
- Nose.
Go!
It is summer...
...winter...
...winter......spring.
...spring.
Sun.
- Sunny.
- Sunny.- No.
- Several.- Several.
- Several.- Again.
- Several.Good. Several.- Too many.
- Too many.Right. Too many.
How about a movie tonight?
Have you any particular one in mind?
I really enjoyed the Star Wars trilogy...
by Mr. George Lucas.
Congratulations, John.
Chef, it just keeps building.
Sorry.
Should we stop answering the phone?
We're booked for four months solid.
No.
I want to keep some walk-in business.
I want this to stay neighborhood.
- The trick is stay the same.
- Impossible, John. There'd be riots.
You should hear the desperation
in their voices.
This is the best time of your life.
Yes, that includes our : seating as well.
I know. Could you hold for one minute?
We'll serve the full menu at the bar.
Where will I put people waiting for a table?
It won't work, John.
- Do this for me.
- There's no way.
Do this for me or I'll set my hair on fire
and start punching myself in the face!
Yeah, you're right.
That was an unusual way
for me to make myself understood.
Phone!
- It's Mike.
- Great.
Yeah, I'm just walking out the door.
Okey-dokey. Okay, thanks.
Great. Thank you.
Thank you for the ride home...
but it was not necessary.
All right, yes.
Four stars
and I've never been more unhappy.
Up. Yes.
He's got this. Incredible obstacle.
I don't know what to wear to the party.I'm wearing jeans.Do you want to wear jeans?What are you wearing to the party?
Who's always there for you
at : in the morning?
You'd better do something about Chum.
You're gonna throw your arm out.
Don't you sleep anymore?
The more you do it, the more you learn.
Flor, you're doing fantastic.
- No.
- Yes.
Now I am like a -year-old.
I finish.
No, keep going. No, not until you finish it.
Your wife go out.
- Did she say where?
- No.
Sorry.
Listen, she's...
I forgot she was going out.
Don't be a smart-ass.
I'm sorry.
You and I...
we communicate in apologies anyway...
so I'm sorry. I should be whipped.
I should be stoned. It's been a while.
I meant to say don't be smart...
not a smart-ass.
Don't be kind.
Don't be sensitive.
Don't be wonderful.
I'm way too close. I'm sorry again.
I meant to say, "Hi, Flor."
Good night, Flor.
That show you're watching
is gonna be a hit.
Hey, pal, you want to...
Go, Chum. No!
Go to him. Go!
Man, you do love me. I was wondering.
What about the point I'm making?
It's good, right?
Cristina has already read, on her own...
every book
on Bernice's summer reading list.
And she's two grades behind her.
Can you imagine
if she went to Bernice's school?
I think I could probably get her
a scholarship. God knows they owe me.
Talk to Flor.
Yeah. She's so open to new things.
Where're you going?
I'm going out.
It's this whole...
Anyway, I'm probably actually gonna be...
The cell will be bad,
so I'll just check in with you later.
I just can't find my keys.
Good morning, Ms. Folsom.
- Deborah.
- Arlene, what a surprise.
This is Cristina,
the girl I am always raving to you about.
This is Arlene Folsom,
she's the School Director.
- Hi.
- Hello, a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Folsom.
- Would you like a little tour?
- Really?
Great.
She's gorgeous, isn't she?
Hispanic.
We ran into the head of the school
and Cristina knocked her out.
I had nothing to do with it.
Incidentally, the scholarship...
is worth $
and early registration is tomorrow.
It's too far from my home.
You could move in to town with us.
Never, thank you.
Fine, then don't.
By the way, the phrase is "no, thank you."
Mom was caught in a vise of manipulation.
Please, dear God...
this is the most important prayer of my life.
It's about my education.
The health of my brain.
Please, dear God, enter my mother's heart.
Make her understand
what this school means.
- Hi, Flor.
- Hi.
Want some port?
No, thank you, Evelyn.
- How you doing?
- Hi.
I was just leaving.
What? Okay.
- Poor guy.
- What?
Nobody noticed.
Flor?
Thanks for never judging me.
I love you. I love everybody.
That's what's killing me.
May I talk with you?
Me?
I just spoke to Deborah.
She'll be back soon
if you need to go over something.
I need to really talk. Is okay?
- No.
- No! Sure.
Sure. I'm sorry.
- Outside?
- Okay.
You have me a little nervous here.
Are we ever gonna stop? Just asking.
You know about Cristina
and your private school?
Oh, that.
- They did it.
- I don't know what to do.
Don't ask me.
I'm worried about my own kid going there.
They keep sending her home
anxiety-ridden, mostly over geometry.
I mean, you get Bernice. In a decent world...
her school should let her know
how great she is, right?
You don't have to worry about Bernice.
Nothing is going to change that heart.
Yeah, thanks.
It's just...
great to hear someone else
say that out loud.
Hard to explain.
I'm sorry. I take you here and...
- I make too much of this, right?
- No!
You have a right to worry about this.
This is the job. These are the decisions.
Worrying about your children is sanity.
And being that sane, the way you are,
can drive you nuts.
Someone like you, I'm sorry.
If you think you're at some crossroads,
you are.
You are.
Hey, I wish I could help you more.
I never know a man who can put himself
in my place like you do.
How did you become that man?
I don't know.
Would you get out of the damn wind?
Sit down!
I didn't mean to... I want to be helpful.
It must be hard being a widow,
doing it on your own.
Why do you think I am a widow?
I guess I thought...
that would be the only way
a guy would leave you.
So, okay...
are you gonna send her?
I don't know.
I think if I do, one of two things happens.
Either she will be odd?
Odd, yes.
Or she will make herself the same as them.
I felt the same way
about my kid going there.
So between odd and the same,
you gotta be rooting for odd, don't you?
Yes, you gotta.
Thank you. Good night. I go to sleep.
You speaking English, it's...
- What?
- Nothing.
It's nice meeting you.
Here they are.
Hey, you guys just made it.
I was getting worried.
I picked up your books yesterday.
I put them
in one of Bernie's old, ancient backpacks.
Thank you. This is gonna be a great school.
I can tell by the weight.
I got her just a little
first-day-at-a-new-school present.
Just a little something from me and Bernie.
It's okay, right? Come on, it's a big day.
What did we get her?
Wait.
- Here it comes.
- Hold on.
It's from all of us. Your mom, too.
It's not from me.
Let's get going. Don't be late. Come on.
Thank you so much for this opportunity.
And everything.
Have a great year, girls.
This is so great.
Left.
No left.
You're fast. Better pace yourself.
You know, I ran college track. Watch out.
Look, they're delivering my table.
See you.
I love you for trying!
When people exist under one roof,
a tiny society forms...the stuff of novellas...masters and servants
unconsciously dancing in lock step...so that when things go wrong...traumas converge.At Mrs. Clasky's urging, I had invited
two of my friends to her house...though I was expected at home.Monica had finally managed
to get her mother here from Mexico...and my mother was making a party.
Flor? Deb.
Sorry to call you so late.
But the girls are still studying
and I gotta go out.
I know I promised to get her back...so if you want me
to cut off the schoolwork...
that's fine, whatever you want.
Let me think.
Okay, you think about it.
Hey, listen, Flor, if you're tired...
or you want to play, just...
let her sleep here tonight.
I'll get her back to you in the morning.
You think about it. Call me back. Bye.
Wait. I need to talk to you privately, honey.
"Honey"? No, Mother. I can't right now.
I'm really late.
I've been looking all over for you.
Will you keep an eye on the kids?
You've my secret cell number.
Just give me a moment to talk here.
- What is it, are you buzzed?
- No. I gave up drinking weeks ago.
Yes. Nobody noticed.
Which shows I probably conducted myself
pretty well as a drunk.
But duty called, and I'm sober...
so, may I say just one thing?
- Yes, Mother, one thing. Go ahead.
- Thank you.
Deborah, you are going to lose
your husband...
if you don't stop what you are doing.
And you will never find someone as good.
There'll only be men who
you know are cheap and shallow...
and have no real warmth in their souls.
You may have gotten by
on those surfaces once but now...
you have been spoiled by a good man.
If you do not act quickly...
you will soon cement an awful fate
for yourself...
a life with no hope of repair...
which has already
begun to turn desperate and dumb.
That's it. Drive carefully.
Out of coffee. It's over for me.
You've done it again, Mother.
Made me hate myself.
One of the things that I can count on.
Honey, lately your low self-esteem
is just good common sense.
Better wait a minute.
- What the hell is wrong?
- Nothing.
Can I urge you, in all hopelessness,
not to go in there?
- Where are you?
- Over here.
Baby, what?
Just stay there, John.
What?
I suddenly get what I gotta do,
but I just gotta get up the guts.
Is it absolutely necessary
to make it this scary?
Can you just say it?
It's not so easy.
Yeah. Come on, it's me. We can talk.
- Do I ever hope so.
- All right. Don't cry.
Or cry. I'm sorry.
Come on. What is it?
I've been seeing another man
for the last weeks.
It was nothing and I ended it tonight.
At first it was just keeping an eye
on the real estate market, and then it was...
me being insecure and
searching for some ridiculous validation.
Hold on.
I'm missing what you're saying.
You can't keep talking...
and expect me to follow it
when you start the way you did.
Just what did you hear?
There was a crack in the planet.
That was noisy.
There's an actual noise in my head.
No kidding.
I met him...
If you talk that fast, I'm not gonna hear you.
There's a lot going through my mind
right now.
Have you said, yet,
whether you slept with him?
No, so far I've just been talking
about a flirtation. It's really...
Have you said whether you had sex
with another person?
Because I really am missing your words,
so help me out here.
I've been trying to explain
that for the first ten weeks...
You still haven't said yet, right?
- Is this your way...
- Yes. This is my way!
This is my way of asking you
whether or not you...
Once I ask it...
Just give me a second.
I'm trying to figure out
if there's a way to avoid knowing.
No. Damn it.
There's not.
Okay, you're on.
- Real short answer. Have you had...
- Yes.
Really?
I made up my mind that I was gonna answer
every question you had.
I'll answer everything, and anything,
and more.
What other questions could there be?
Are you really that much nicer than me?
You don't set the bar real high.
John, just wait, please.
I think that if you listen
to exactly what happened...
and then you could do
whatever you need to.
Just please let me tell you everything.
It's just Flor.
Flor, what are you doing here?
I want my daughter.
I want to talk to Mrs. Clasky.
I want to quit.
I don't think you can do
any of that right now.
I gotta.
The reason I took this chance in telling
is that I want us to be good.
I want us to be close.
I want to feel like you're not nuts
to be in love with me.
So what I think we should do
is that I think we should just talk.
Talk until we pass out.
Talk until we are so sick of each other
that there's nothing left to do...
but take that first step out of hell.
So let's not leave this room
until you've heard...
and said everything, okay? Please say okay.
I'm sorry. What?
John? You didn't hear me?
I gotta get out of here and you keep talking.
Stay put.
I don't think you want to wake her up...
when you're feeling this upset
and the others are right there, too.
What're you doing? Where're you going?
I am leaving. I have finally...
Me, too. I'll drive you.
- No.
- It's okay. I don't mind.
If you truly don't know why I say no...
- let me at last say the reason.
- Don't worry about it.
Have you no idea that I...
I've really gotta get out of here. Right now.
Go.
Goodbye, Chum.
- Goodbye.
- Wait. I'm taking you.
No. Why?
Because, if I don't, I'll worry about you
all night long. I can't handle that now.
Come on. Get in the car.
John!
- I quit this job.
- I quit this job!
I think I meant that for someone else.
I'm sorry.
- Sorry. Very sorry.
- There is the bus stop.
- Bye.
- Wait, don't go!
Would you be willing to
hang out with me for a while?
- You want to hang out with me?
- Yes.
- Then I have to ask you...
- What?
What does "hang out" mean?
It means...
visit.
Okay.
I've never seen your place.
Very perfect.
I'm gonna cook for you.
Please.
I am glad to visit with you.
If I just left the job...
and never spoke with you...
it would have been...
sin.
You understand?
Yeah.
My hand is the only sane part of my body.
Every other part wants to jump off a cliff.
That's it for now.
I already broke my record for smooth.
- I don't understand.
- It's me. I'm not making any sense.
But I can get you fed.
- You want a drink?
- No.
Wait. I don't think you should, either.
Then, excuse me, because...
if I had the equipment,
I think I'd inject the vodka.
I just think it is important
we are each clear-headed.
It's very good.
You didn't ask why.
Keep things real, right?
I wouldn't have put it so well.
Let's get this going here.
Beautiful.
So, tell me again
why I can't call him on his cell again?
Besides that he turned it off?
- Yeah.
- Forty messages start to look needy.
- Mother, you're enjoying this.
- No.
Not in the way you think.
You are enjoying it? Jesus, Mother.
I am enjoying actually being of use
to my daughter.
I'm enjoying the fact that I really
know how to advise you...
and the miracle
that you are so deeply disoriented...
that you are gobbling up everything I say.
What?
There's something I want to say to you
about you and me.
- You don't have to.
- No, I want to.
- Okay?
- Thank you.
You were an alcoholic
and wildly promiscuous woman...
during my formative years,
so I'm in this fix because of you.
It is your fault.
I just needed that moment for us
to build on.
You have a solid point, dear.
But right now, the lessons of my life
are coming in handy for you.
That's it. That's it for you.
I keep thinking I should tell you
what happened to me tonight.
But I don't want to spoil this.
I will remember every taste forever.
I'm very glad you liked it.
It's something, watching you.
If it's anything at your end,
imagine over here.
Scratch that. The last thing you want to hear
is somebody going off on your looks.
Don't be crazy. Tell me every detail.
Okay, I will.
They should name a gender after you.
Looking at you doesn't do it.
Staring is the only way
that makes any sense.
And trying not to blink,
so you don't miss anything.
And all of that, and you're you.
I mean...
Look, forgive me.
It's just you are drop-dead, crazy gorgeous.
So much so that I'm actually considering
looking at you again...
before we finish up here.
Soon, please.
- I can't. We can't.
- I know.
We can't do anything that brings us
any kind of satisfaction or release.
But I'm still having a great time.
My mother has often referred
to that evening at the restaurant...as the conversation of her life.
Ever since that night at the beach...
if I knew you were in a room,
I just wouldn't go in there.
When I hear you coming, I leave.
That's why we haven't
seen each other a lot lately.
Why is everything so damn confusing?
Is your mind racing, too?
I'd say my mind has evaporated.
Feels pretty good.
Like happy?
Like happy.
You think that will last?
- I was just kidding around.
- I understand what you mean.
I don't understand what I mean.
That it's getting late.
The responsibilities...
have entered your brain.
Don't hide that from me.
- Please.
- Yeah.
Thank you. You're right.
I won't. You're great.
You're great, too.
No.
There are some mistakes you cannot risk
when you have children.
Please.
- Are you ready to go?
- No! I'm not.
Stay put for a sec. Stay there.
Once our feet touch that floor,
I'm gonna get too many brain cells back.
Don't be in such a hurry.
That floor, it's going to eat us alive.
- I love you.
- What?
'Cause I've been...
Oh, God, it's him.
He's gotta tell me everything.
- No.
- Oh, yes.
No, wait.
Do you know that right now...
you are your own worst enemy?
That you can't trust
one thought in your brain?
Then trust me...
and only allow yourself
to say one thing to him.
One thing.
"I am so glad you're back."
- What?
- Yes.
But I have to know whether he touched her.
And where he touched her,
and how he touched her...
and how he felt afterwards,
whether they held hands...
when they left.
Just those words, if you want
to have a prayer of coming out of this.
- So now I...
- Go to him.
- Jesus, do I need a little makeup?
- You need a hose.
But you don't have the time.
It's fine that you look like that.
It's genuine. You can use genuine.
- Thank you, Mom.
- Oh, honey.
It's not the worst thing in the world
to find out that you love your husband.
It's late, Deborah.
I just wanted to say...
I can't sleep upstairs with you.
I just can't for now.
I'm just so glad you're back.
- I am.
- Yeah, okay.
Mom?
I'm done tonight, Deb.
I don't think we can jam anything else in.
It's me, Dad.
What's wrong, honey?
I just wanted to check
that you were back and okay.
I'm okay.
Because?
Mom was crying for six hours straight,
and Grandma was in with her...
all that time, mostly saying, "He'll be back."
I just hate that you had that kind of night.
It's good for me to worry about
something that really matters...
instead of the stupid stuff
that's usually on my mind.
Like?
Surviving?
What?
How did you come up with this?
You are fantastic, Bernie. I love you.
- I love you.
- I know.
I mean, not about me being fantastic.
But just...
- Sleep well.
- Wait. What?
Sweetheart.
Me, too.
Sing it for Grandma.
Hey, Mom. Is it okay
if we don't leave right away, please?
No.
Just let me explain, please.
No. We must say goodbye.
Bernice is going to let me use her computer.
This is for school.
- For school. Just listen to me.
- I don't work here anymore.
No, that's not fair.
You can't do this to me.
- Do I have to get out?
- No, Georgie. Stay.
I think you are a wonderful boy.
Be good, like you are.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
- I can't believe you didn't get out.
- Flor said.
I don't want to get you wet.
- Get me wet.
- Thanks.
- You are a trip. You are.
- Thank you.
You are a beauty.
Come on.
Last chance to have some of you
rub off on me.
Listen, I'm sorry that you're sad,
but this could have been so much worse.
Why don't you run upstairs
and say goodbye to Deborah?
I'm coming.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
I live my life for myself.
You live your life for your daughter.
None of it works.
Thank you, Evelyn.
- We're leaving for good.
- It's okay.
- We're not coming back!
- It's okay.
We're still gonna see each other at school.
Come on.
I'm gonna keep my eye on you.
Come on. No, no.
I got some great things for you.
Want a computer?
I was waiting out here.
Can't give you guys a lift, huh?
God bless the guy who gets you.
- Let her keep them. Party favors.
- No.
Goodbye, Mr. Clasky.
I'm very sorry we won't be seeing
each other as frequently.
Yes.
Can I sleep at the Claskys'
when I stay late at school?
Shortly after we left...my mother told me of another decision
she had reached.I would no longer go to the private school.
No!
You can't do that to me!
You ruined everything.
This ruins my life! You've ruined everything!
I will never forgive you.
No, it'll never be all right. You're wrong.
This is exactly what I was worried about.
I will never be able to forgive you!
I have a scholarship!
And nobody gives this up!
The . miles from the Clasky house
to our bus stop...was the longest walk I'll ever know.I had publicly scorned my mother.And yet she had not reacted.What did spark our climactic moment...was my use of a common American phrase.
Not right now. I need some space.
Not a space between us.
In the midst of confrontation,
she found clarity.She expressed regret
that she had to ask me...to deal with the basic question of my life
at such a young age.And then she asked it."Is what you want for yourself..."to become someone very different..."than me?"I have been overwhelmed...by your encouragement
to apply to your university...and your list of scholarships
available to me.Though, as I hope this essay shows...your acceptance, while it would thrill me...will not define me.My identity rests firmly...and happily on one fact:I am my mother's daughter.Thank you. Cristina Moreno.