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Hey, Matias, they're ready for you.

- My distinguished guests,

it is said that every great innovation

starts as an idea on a page.

Well, today we're gonna witness

one of those ideas become a reality.

I give you the Tacomatic.

The world's first AI taco truck.

It brings the perfect amount of supply

to the greatest demand of demand

by leveraging social media posts,

location information, weather, and traffic patterns,

all while producing the highest profit margin routes

and best customer satisfaction technology has to offer.

We'll give it a go?

Hmm, so good. You're gonna love it.

This one's for you.

There you go.

There are very few moving parts.

Maintenance is very minimal.

And after this first round of funding,

we've got three more trucks.

We can set up a proper supply chain.

- Hmm. Sounds good.

- Um...

Um, I'm just gonna go check, if- if that's okay with you.

I need to get this for the 'Gram.

Well, this is going on my TikTok.

- No!

Don't go!

No!

I pico'd

my pants!

- Matias!

- It's only cream!

- Hi, Mom.

I'm sorry. It was on vibrate.

- There is a large error on the reunion menu.

- Okay, but I'm pretty sure it was good

when I left last night.

I mean...

- Too salty. - Excuse me?

Not you.

They keep adding too much salt to Abuela's mole.

Well, if you give them the recipe-

- He kept it a family secret for a reason, Cecilia.

I'm just following his wishes.

The menu says "Annual Sepulveda Family Dinner,"

and typically we indicate the year.

Just because we missed a year doesn't mean we change things.

Mija?

- Will you please check on Matias?

I forgot to knock on his door this morning.

- Mom, he's a grown man. He can take care of himself.

- Ay, mija, don't say that!

He has only us to take care of him.

We're missing napkins.

- What about Grandma? It's been almost six months.

- I don't wanna talk about that woman.

You and Grandma need to talk. You live in the same house.

- No one needs to talk, Cecilia.

Now go, please, check on your brother.

Neither one of you seems to know how to answer your phone.

You're responsible if he's late again.

- Of course.

Kasey said she'd be here in, like, 15 minutes.

- Oh, stop. That's the last time you argue.

You're not gonna getting in the car

with that moron of a cousin of yours.

How many cars has she gone- - What are you still-

- through anyway, huh? - doing here?

You're going to be late! - Like four.

- Four! - Yari, just get in the car,

or I swear, I'll post your baby photos.

- Mom, threats only work

if you actually follow through with them.

- Don't tempt me.

- Can Dad at least drop me off a block away?

- What? - Please?

Honey, don't worry.

I can pull the officer car and speed like crazy.

- That doesn't work for security guards.

- Seatbelt, Yari! Should've sent you to boarding school.

I can't handle much more of this whole

"you're an embarrassment" phase.

When do I get to be the cool dad again?

- You were never the cool dad.

- Oh, that too? And I see you laughing at my pain.

- I'd say it's more of an equally-shared pain.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Hey, come here. Gimme a kiss.

Hey, did you talk to your mom yet?

- I will. Now get outta here.

I gotta go grab Matias.

- All right.

Oh, uh, do me a favor. Go easy on him.

- You've been spending too much time with my mother.

- Can't help it if she loves me.

- Love you too, honey.

Good morning.

- Oh, take the chocolate.

- Right.

Thanks, Grandma.

Be nice to you your brother. - "To your brother."

Yes, I know, Grandma.

Matias!

- It's only cream!

- Oh, jeez, Cecilia.

Why do you always do that?

- 'Cause it's fun.

Come on. come on. - Good morning to you too.

- I'm guessing the taco truck's still haunting your dreams.

You should see someone about that.

You probably got PTSD or something.

I mean, if I...

- Do you mind?

- Well, maybe you shouldn't leave your things laying around.

- Well, maybe you should get outta here.

- I would, but apparently someone has to make sure

Mom's baby boy gets to work on time.

Seriously? The buyout, the restaurant?

- Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot.

I just got a lot going on.

Can't you just find someone else?

- No, we're short staffed, and you agreed to help out.

- Okay, well, just gimme a few minutes.

- Seriously, you have 10, and then I'm leaving.

- Okay.

- 10 minutes, Matias. - 10. Thanks, yeah.

- 10 minutes! - I'll go. I'll be there.

Okay, go, go, go, go, go, go! You're gonna be late!

- Cecilia, Cecilia, Cecilia, I need to talk to you!

- I know you're delay tactics, Grandma.

I'm not waiting for him. - Mija, please.

You're walking too fast for my bad knee.

Ayayayayay!

Grandma!

- Mija, I need you to do me a favor.

that I want to end with the soup.

You know, your vegan soup, the one you showed me last week?

You're right. This family needs to eat less meat.

- You really think so?

That's great.

Oh, now wait. No, I'm not telling her that.

She'll freak. No! - No, no, no.

- Mija, mija, please.

Your mama stresses me out.

- Grandma, you and Mom can't keep

using Matias and I as messengers.

You two need to talk.

- Thanks, Grandma. - Oh.

- Mija- - I knew it!

- Oh, no, no, no, no. - Delay tactics!

- Mija, I'm serious.

This family needs new traditions.

And you know that, mm-hmm?

I thank you for talking to your mother for me. Ay, dios.

You two have a good day. Bye-Bye!

No, Matias!

No, not the pink...

- What did she say?

Do you always have to drive like that?

Hmm. These are real good.

- Oh yeah. - Mm-hmm.

- That's a spiked one.

- Marisella, Shelly, can you please finish setting up?

The Ainsley party will be here shortly.

- You're gonna be fine. You barely ingested anything.

- We'll talk about you being late later.

- Marisella, when the party arrives,

can you attend to the VIPs?

I'll take the orders. And Matias, can you bus?

- I can bus. I got this. - Really?

Cecilia, I know it's been a while,

but I can bust.

- Okay, thanks.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Hello? Speaking.

- Sir! Yeah.

Could we please get some water for the, um...

Wait a minute.

How do I know you?

- Oh, I don't think we've met.

- You're that guy.

- Uh, I'm not sure...

- Yo, Ian!

Come over here, man.

- What's up?

- It's the taco truck guy.

- Oh my god, that's him! That's him!

No, that's- that's not me.

- You gotta say it.

- No, I'm not sure what...

Say what?

- Come on, man, you know. Lookit.

I pico'd my pants!

That's you! Yes!

- It's really not that funny, though.

Oh, that's the guy. That's the guy!

You gotta say it.

- Cecilia! Why is Matias by himself?

- I needed Shelly to start covering breaks.

I was about to go help.

- Why would you propose chapulines on the menu?

No one likes crickets.

- I've been doing some research

on more environmentally-sustainable dishes.

We have so much meat on the menu, and chapulines-

- Mija, I understand you want to be ergonomic-

- That's not the word.

- This is tradition.

We've always had the same dishes

at the restaurant for the past 50 years.

Never once have we served chapulines or anything different.

And this year, with grandpa not here,

we need to remember and celebrate our roots.

- But don't you think he would've wanted us

to build on his legacy?

Mija, don't talk to me

like I didn't know my own father.

- Mom, I wasn't-

- Mija, If you really wanna try chapulines,

we can have a cricket feast at your house.

I'll even let you teach me how to cook them.

But not here. We're sticking with tradition.

- Well, speaking of tradition...

- Que?

- Grandma wants to end the family dinner with a soup.

I told you not to leave him alone!

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Dude, this is silk!

- What happened?

Mr. Ainsley, are you all right?

- This guy should do comedy skits for a living.

Matias, go get cleaned up!

I'm so sorry. My deepest apologies.

This doesn't usually happen.

- Why is your bank calling you?

- I just, I'll be right back.

- Matias! - Cecilia!

Um, we'll get this all sorted out, and of course,

take care of any dry cleaning expenses.

- Well, is there any leeway?

Well, can't I speak for both of us?

Well, what if she's sick or something?

No, no, no, she's just...

That's fine. We'll be there.

Yes. Thank you.

Grandma?

- Help me put these in the van.

Wait, wait.

Thank you, mijo. You are a blessing, corazon.

- Wait, where are you going?

- I have more stuff.

- But what's all this for?

- Put it in the van. The door's open.

Go, go.

- What is all this for?

Grandma!

- Boo! - Jeez!

Oh.

- Are you in trouble?

- No, I- I'm just-

- Hiding?

- Yes, I'm hiding.

- Ah. Help me with these.

- Where are you taking this?

- To the house.

Move that box by the chair, and put those there.

- What's this for?

- The reunion dinner.

- Which reunion dinner? - Our reunion dinner.

Our family reunion dinner?

Yes, Matias.

Our family reunion dinner.

Everyone will be there tomorrow.

- Wait, does Mom know?

She'll figure it out.

- When?

- I imagine when she sees everyone at the house.

- But she's already ordered everything

for the dinner to the restaurant already.

- Matias, Matias, what do you think all this is?

- You're stealing the family reunion dinner food?

- Mijo, mijo, you can't steal what you already own.

- But what about everyone else?

- Everybody knows already.

- Well, I didn't know.

You should check your email more often.

- Grandma, this is ridiculous.

She's in there. Just go talk to her.

- I will not talk to her until she apologizes.

Ay, she's so stubborn and stuck in her ways and tradition.

Mijo, this year, of all the years,

the family needs a fresh start.

I need a fresh start.

Something new.

- Grandma, this fight between you two

has gotten really outta hand.

- Well, she started it.

You heard her at the funeral,

yelling that my pink conchas did this,

and that I did that.

I mean, you would almost think

that she was blaming me for killing Abuelo.

- You know she didn't mean it.

- Whose side are you on?

- No one's, I'm just saying-

When you get to be my age and have children of your own...

Oh, which reminds me,

I would like to have great-grandchildren before I die.

- Grandma, I- - Matias!

- Shit! - Shit!

Keep loading till it's in.

- What does it look like we're doing? Keep loading.

- Why do you guys have all that stuff?

Are those my chiles?

- What are you doing?

- What does it look like I'm doing?

I'm helping Grandma load these supplies into the van.

- What is...

- I can do this on my own.

- They're my chiles. And yes, they are.

- And what are you planning on doing with my chiles?

- I'm going to make chile with the chiles.

- Why is your bank calling you?

I'm not dead yet, Victoria!

- It's none of your concern. It's not important.

Don't ask me questions.

- I see, and why are you-

- I am going to let you rest there.

Chile is what people put on food to enjoy.

- Don't be rude, Mom.

- I'm the one who's being interrogated here.

- I know you, Matias. I know when you're hiding something.

You do that hair scratch thing.

- I don't do a hair scratch thing.

- See? You just did it, just now!

- And what is this I hear about soup being last?

Since when does this family serve soup last?

You see, this is what I'm talking about.

You've been making rash decisions.

You have to try new ideas to stay young.

That's your problem.

You're so stuck in the past, you don't realize it.

- Being erratic isn't being inventive.

It's just further proof

that you're losing your grasp on things.

- I am not dead yet, Victoria.

I'm still a very capable person.

What are you two doing? You're acting like children!

- You see, this is exactly why we need

to have the reunion at the house.

This family needs a change.

- Perdon?

- Did you know about this?

- No. I just found out now.

- Already out. - They're what?

- I sent invites to everybody.

- You did this behind my back?

- No, I did it in front of your back.

I told you we were going to have the dinner at the house.

- Oh no! You said you were having a dinner, not the dinner!

- Ayayay, Victoria, ya!

I already called Pancho, and he's on his way to the house

delivering the rest of the supplies.

And who's gonna help you?

- I got people.

- Where are you going?

- She's gonna need help unloading the van.

- Just tell me.

- There's nothing to tell, Cecilia.

- Where are you all going?

Cecilia!

- What are you doing?

I'm not leaving you until you tell me what's going on.

- You can come to the dinner or not! It's your choice!

I couldn't avoid it if I tried! We live in the same house!

- Then stay in your room!

- You'd like that!

Cecilia!

I'll call you.

- Are you gonna leave Mom all by herself at the restaurant?

- Oh, good, we could use an extra pair of hands.

- I need to know what's happening.

- Just go. There's a lot of responsibility in the kitchen.

What are you doing? - Shut up!

I need to concentrate!

Come on, show me.

Just leave me alone.

It's just a phone call.

- You see? You see?

- No, there's nothing. It's fine.

- You did it again.

You did it again. - No one's calling.

- Tell me. Come on, tell me, tell me.

Tell me what's going on.

- It's fine. Everything is fine, okay?

Grandma, can we make a right here, please?

- Why?

- We need to stop at the bank.

- Of course.

I just need more time.

- Sir, you've been ignoring our notices

for the past six months.

Your only option is to pay the entire balance.

There are no other options at this point. I'm sorry.

- How much time do we have?

- Well, you received your final notice three days ago,

which means you have two more days

before they schedule the auction.

- How could you be so irresponsible?

- I was trying to! I'm gonna fix this.

- Cecilia, ya!

- Look.

You need to hire a lawyer.

- Thank you.

- Oh, before you go, is it possible...

I know it's not the right time,

but is it possible to get a picture with you?

My daughter loves your video.

- That'll be $586,000.

- This is bad.

- I'm sorry.

- You know what we need? Some of my pink conchas.

- Don't deflect, Grandma.

- It was just a suggestion.

Things are pretty tense right now.

- How did this happen?

- Grandma co-signed a loan for the Tacomatic,

and we used the restaurant as collateral.

- No, what I meant is, why?

Why is it that you thought it was a good idea

to risk our lives on your stupid idea?

- Ay, don't be rude, Cecilia.

It was a great idea, mijo.

- Thanks, Grandma.

- We're going to lose the restaurant, Grandma,

unless you happen to have half a million dollars somewhere.

- I was doing it for all of us.

It would've changed our lives. - Oh, that's right.

Matias and his selfless acts.

Doing things for us, and yet never including us.

- It would've worked.

- Ay, stop! Both of you!

- Mom is going to be crushed.

- It is not her restaurant. It's my restaurant.

- I just, I can't with you two right now.

- I'm gonna fix this.

- I know you will, mijo. I trust you.

- Dinner, Yari! - Not hungry!

I don't care!

- Honey.

She's just gonna keep calling.

- Oh god.

- Hi, Mom.

Yes, I know. I'm sorry, it was on vibrate.

I got delayed. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Matias hurt his back helping Grandma.

Oh, no, no, no, no. He's fine.

Okay. All right, bye.

- How'd Matias hurt his back?

- He didn't. I just got roped into his chaos.

- Hmm, I'm sorry.

- Did you know that Grandma is having the dinner

at her place this year?

- Yeah, I got the e-vite.

I thought you would've gotten it too.

- Well, I didn't.

- Oh, okay. I'm sorry.

- Can we talk?

- Sure.

I'll go get Yari.

- Are you gonna tell Mom?

- Maybe.

No, of course not.

But someone has to tell her, and that someone should be you.

- I can't. You know how she feels about that place.

- I know.

- Last time, I was talking about maybe replacing

the tiles in the bathroom, and she started tearing up.

- Don't even get me started on the mole.

- I'm gonna make this right, Cecelia. I've got a plan.

- Well, maybe it's not the end of the world if we lose it.

- What?

- So, is Uncle Deadbeat joining us for dinner?

- Yari, can we have one night without your attitude?

- I'm just repeating what you and Mom say.

Seriously?

- She's just messing with you.

- Mm-hmm. I was an annoying teenager once too.

- He was the worst.

- It takes one to know one.

- Inspiring. So are you joining us for dinner?

- Uh, yes.

I was gonna not do the hermit thing in my room and

try something new.

- Let's do it.

Pizza! - Yes! Yay!

- Get in there.

- Can I have that one? - You want that one? Yeah.

- I know, but come on.

All right. Bon appetit.

Matias, if you don't mind, just Venmo me, like, $5, yeah?

- Dad! - All right, all right.

Don't do that.

- I want another baby, so let's make-

- No, please not. - Oh.

Hi, Momma.

- Ah.

How is my baby boy's back?

- He took some aspirin, and he promised

he won't be helping Grandma with any more lifting, right?

- Yes. Uh, oh yeah, feels much better.

- Good.

But if it's sore at all tomorrow,

something CBD.

Her doctor recommended it.

- CBD?

- Mom, do you know what CBD is?

- Yes. It's chronic back drug, or something like that.

Her doctor recommended it.

- Sure.

- I'm sure Grandma has some.

- Ay, I don't care about what that woman uses.

What are you eating? Pizza?

- Mom, don't. It's Jason's night, and he chose pizza.

- Yeah. - Jason, por favor.

No more of this junk!

- It's not junk, it's pizza. It's Italian.

- Hmm.

Where is Yari?

- Getting ready for bed.

- Okay, I'll go up and say goodnight.

Thanks, Mom.

- Night, Momma.

Did you talk to her? - Wait, you talked to her?

I thought you wouldn't talk to her.

- When would I have time to talk to her?

- Why wouldn't you talk to her?

- No, no, no. You're not supposed to talk to her.

No, she is supposed to talk to her.

- Wait, I don't think you're supposed to talk to her.

We agreed.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm not telling you what I'm talking about.

- Well, I'm not gonna tell you what I'm talking about.

- I'm- I'm not talking about anything.

No, you are talking about something,

and I feel like it's different than what I'm talking about.

- Well, it's probably...

I was gonna talk to...

Well, you know, you started it.

- I didn't start it.

I just feel like yours is worse than mine.

Mine's not a big deal.

- Mine's definitely not a big deal. It's super low stakes.

- Guys, stop, - Oh, knowing you, Matias,

that's for sure.

- We're talking about two different things.

- See? - Oh.

- You're just as messy as your mother was at your age.

Kinda surprised she isn't more on top of you

to keep this room in order.

- No, she tries.

- I'm sure she does.

You should be a little easier on her, you know?

She works really hard.

No, I know, it's just,

why does she have to be so annoying about everything?

- Because she wants the best for you,

and sometimes that comes out in a way

that neither one of us enjoys.

So,

what is happening at school?

- Nothing. It's fine.

- That's not what I hear.

- When is she gonna find out about the CBD?

I have no idea. I'm not gonna tell her.

- Nobody's gonna tell her. She has to find out.

So,

are you going to involve me in your plan?

- Are you gonna keep quiet?

- I already said I would. Jeez!

I see how it is.

Just leave me to clean up. That's fine.

- Love you, honey!

So? You're gonna leave me in suspense?

- I'm trying to convince your mom

to let you come work at the restaurant.

It could be fun,

and I think the responsibility would be good for you.

It was good for your mom at your age.

- She's worried that it'll interfere with my grades

and getting into a good school.

- None of us went to school, and we're fine.

No, I know, Grandma, but I- I wanna go.

Despite my need to argue with authority,

my grades are there,

and my counselor says I have a really good shot.

- Yari, my father would be really proud

of the person you're becoming.

I'm so sorry you didn't get to spend more time with him.

Next time you come to the restaurant,

I'm going to make you his famous churro donuts.

You probably don't remember him making them for you.

- No, I do. I'm pretty sure they're called crullers.

- No, they're called churro donuts.

- Grandma, you can get them at Dunkin'.

- Do not argue with your grandma!

- I'm not! - I am always right!

No!

- "Grandma, you are right. You are right."

Okay, you're right, you're right!

- I am right. I am right.

- Can you cover for me tomorrow, just for the setup?

I'll be back for dinner.

- What- what are you planning?

Do you know who Trevor O'Leary is?

Well, he's gonna be at an event downtown tomorrow.

Some marketing influencers event.

And since apparently I'm an internet sensation,

I was thinking I could get in there

and pitch him the restaurant.

- Trevor O'Leary? The Trevor O'Leary?

- Yes.

- Well, he's really big, Matias.

It's not gonna be that easy to get to him.

In fact, I once tried to DM him about this project

that he has with hydrogen-based fuels.

He never answered.

- Well, it's probably 'cause he's a big-name person,

and big-name people don't actually answer their DMs.

He has, like, a million followers.

- Well, it was worth a try.

- And since when are you interested in hydrogen-based fuels?

- Since forever. I had other interests, Matias.

Working at the restaurant wasn't my dream. You know that.

- You should consider going to school.

Actually, I always wondered why you didn't go to college.

- Are you serious right now?

- Yeah. You always talked about it.

Like, you wanted to go, and you never did.

I just thought it was 'cause you wanted

to start a family. - Seriously, Matias?

- What did I say?

- Matias, have you completely forgotten

what happened around that time?

- Cecilia, I was there.

I was there when Dad left. I could've helped Mom.

- Well, you didn't. You left it up to me.

- That is so unfair. I made it work.

You could've made it work too.

- Of course you'd think that way.

You don't know...

You know, I don't even know why I try.

- Cecilia!

- Look, I'll cover for you tomorrow.

But if you open your eyes a bit more,

and you took your head out of your ass,

you'd see how things really are in this family.

Things have been messed up for a long time, long before-

- Cecilia, I'm going to fix this.

Did I hear the door? Matias!

Oh! - I'm so sorry!

- Who are you, and what are those flowers for?

- Um, they're for the party.

- What party?

- Anselma's.

- Are we related?

- I'm sorry. - Excuse me. I'm sorry.

- What are you doing in my house?

- Isn't this Anselma's house?

- Yes, but no, I live here too.

- Oh, I- - Oh, flowers.

You can put them anywhere in the kitchen.

Good morning. - Hi.

- Have you seen Cecilia? - Where is the kitchen?

- Down the hall and to the left.

Matias, why are you...

Hello, excuse me.

Oh. - Oh, pardon me.

- Ah, put that box on the buffet table in the backyard.

Okay, got it.

- Good, you're up.

- Were you hoping I wouldn't be?

- Uh, you forgot something.

- Oh.

Who are all these people?

- They're my people. I told you, I got people.

- Yes, but who are they?

Is that the soup we're supposedly

ending with instead of starting?

- Victoria, would you go to my room

and get the reposado from under my bed?

Sebastian will be here soon.

Did you know that your brother is now a mushroom forager?

Can you believe it?

- He can get it himself.

And we are not ending with that soup!

- Ah, Ma!

Matias!

- Cecilia. Hey.

I gotta go. Are those the tamales?

- Yes, yes.

Mom arrived in my kitchen

at 5:00 this morning to prepare them,

since apparently that woman

wouldn't let her touch anything in their kitchen.

- Okay. That sucks.

I'll be back for dinner. You still good covering?

- Yes, I got it. But can you actually be back by dinner?

You're not always the most on-time person.

- Yes, yes, I promise.

Oh, and make sure you keep Mom busy.

Grandma's paying everyone with pink conchas.

- Oh, okay.

- Wish me luck. - What about me?

- You'll be fine.

- Ah, Cecilia's here. Let's see what she thinks.

Cecilia, your grandmother wants to end with a soup,

instead of how we traditionally end our meals, with tamales.

- I am, I'm just dropping los tamales off.

- See, she agrees with me. We end with tamales.

Where is Matias?

- He's, uh, running an errand.

But Yaretzi and Jason will be over in a bit to help.

Mom, you have, um...

- Ay!

If we didn't have all these strangers

running around the house,

I'd be able to finish getting ready.

Mark my words. Well all be murdered by sundown.

And I'm the irrational one! Huh!

- Ay! Hi, Sebastian!

You're here! Ay!

Ta-da!

- Of course I did.

Those are the porcinis that I told you about,

the ones that I foraged with my own hands

in the Italian Alps.

- Mm. They smell wonderful, mijo. Thank you.

Mira, don't tell your sister,

but I'm using a meatless posole recipe this year,

made with chickpeas

and mushrooms.

- We're so happy to have you here.

Here you go. Here's your badge.

- Lovely.

- Yes, and I see you have 100,000 followers. That's great.

Make sure you check out the seminar in 3B

about increasing your presence.

Hi. Name?

- Um, actually, I think there was some oversight.

My name, uh, was not on the list. Matias Sepulveda.

- Okay, if your name's not on the list,

then there's really nothing I can do.

- Oh, but you see, I'm- I'm a social media influencer.

I don't have all the followers,

but I do have a viral video that went viral.

I have influenced society on so many levels,

so I am a social media influencer,

and therefore I should be let into

the social media influencer event.

- Okay, well, do you have sponsorship?

- No.

- I don't see how you expect me to let you in this event

if you're not on the list.

Wait a minute.

Aren't you

the-

- Yes, actually, the- the one and only.

Uh, you can let me in now.

- I mean, all these people in here,

they either have some sort of social media presence,

or they have 100,000 followers.

Your situation is somewhat different.

But I could make an exception.

If you say it.

- Oh, I didn't actually say it, though.

You saw text on the video.

- All the same, I'd like to hear it.

- I'd prefer not to. I'm sure you're busy.

- All right, I don't have time for this. Next!

- Um, uh, I pico'd my pants.

- I think you can do better than that.

- I pico'd my pants.

- Come on. - I pico'd my pants.

Uh-huh.

♪ I pico'd my pants ♪

I pico'd my pants!

I pico'd my pants!

Pico'd!

I pico'd my pants! I pico'd my pants!

- Perfect. Okay, got it.

I'm satisfied. Here you go.

Thank you.

- All right.

Got two more for ya.

- Ooh, those look good.

Not bad, huh?

- Thank you, mijo.

Hmm.

I see she's put you all to work.

- I don't know what you plan on doing with that apron,

but you are not cooking in my kitchen for my dinner.

Do you mean the dinner that you stole from me,

that was supposed to be at the restaurant,

like it normally is?

- No, no, no, no, no.

You're not taking money from my daughter.

Side bets are not allowed in this family.

- We'll stick to drinking games.

- Oh, thataboy. - Victoria, it's over.

The dinner is underway.

And besides, did you see the mushrooms your brother brought,

all the way from Italy, hmm?

- Mm. Of course he did.

Nice of you to join us, Sebastian!

- Nice to see you too, sis!

Hey, did you hear? Vegan posole.

I bet they wouldn't serve that at the restaurant.

- What? I'm not being mean.

- You know what?

I'm going to set up the chafing dishes for dad's tamales

that we will be ending with.

There it is.

- Excuse me...

Excuse me, I...

- Oh.

Beautiful!

Thank you so much for your hard work.

I put a few extra for the others.

- Ooh, thank you!

- She's a good worker, but not all there.

Hey, do you follow that new micro-

- Excuse me, do you know where the Sunshine Room is?

Sunshine...

We should experiment with different formats.

Video, carousel ads, you name it.

- Excuse me. Do you know where I could find Trevor O'Leary?

- Matias?

Matias.

One sec.

Matias, are you avoiding me?

- Oh, no, no, I just didn't see you.

Oh, what are you doing here?

I would never have imagined

seeing you here in a million years.

- Um, I'm here with Trevor O'Leary.

- You work for him?

I thought you worked at some private equity firm.

- Um...

I'm with Trevor.

- Oh.

Oh, right. - Yeah.

It's been a while.

Um, anyway, uh, how's your family doing?

Are you in town for the reunion dinner?

- Yeah. - You know, um,

Grandma still sends me newsletters every year.

Um, I'm

sorry to hear about Grandpa.

I thought about stopping by the dinner to pay my respects,

but I thought it'd be awkward, because we haven't chatted.

- You're more than welcome to come to the family dinner.

My family still talks about you all the time.

It's a little weird that my grandma's

sending you newsletters, but I guess that's okay.

It's a good thing.

- Yeah, well.

Um, well, it was good to see you. I gotta get going.

- Hey, Hanz.

I have a favorite to ask.

♪ One drink for you ♪

Congratulations to you.

Enjoy that one. Made special. - Not a moment too soon.

- Bon appetit. - Salud.

- I still don't understand why you hide

tequila under the bed, Ama.

- Ah, it's very secure.

That way, I always know where my valuables are.

Good thing to know for when I die.

- Ay, Ama!

Why do you have to be so morbid?

- Excuse me, am I talking to you?

You're lucky I'm sharing my kitchen with you.

- Puh! - Huh!

- Cecilia!

Where is Matias?

Uh.

I'm just refilling my drink.

I think someone is out there. Actually, let me see.

Dammit, Matias!

Cecilia!

Cecilia!

Where are you?

- Okay, I got you 10 minutes.

He has a meeting across town in less than an hour,

but he just finished that seminar, so he's in a good mood.

- Do you think this is a good idea?

- Oh, trust me. He'll make time for an old friend of mine.

- Old friend? That's what I am?

- To him you are.

- Thank you. I definitely owe you my left kidney.

- Oh no. Keep your organs.

Maybe just set aside some of Grandma's pink conchas.

I want some of my friends to try 'em out.

Wait right here.

- Sebastian!

Get another bottle of tequila from under my bed, mijo!

- Hi. I brought dessert.

- Ah!

Ola.

Now, would you put the dessert on the table outside?

- Uh-huh. Righto.

- I'll be serving dinner in a minute.

- Okay.

- And, uh, oh, Omar.

- Ay, this new company that he's working for,

I swear they send him on...

What? - Can I go?

- Kasey, would you like to say hello to your family

before you run off with Yari?

- Hi.

Ohi, mira, cat eye.

- Look how you've grown. It's good to see you, mija.

Now, I know you're eager to talk to your cousin, so go.

Go, go, go, go, go.

- Yari! - Hi!

- Hey, I missed you!

- Victoria, why don't you make yourself useful

and show Ximena where the dessert table is?

Everything here is under control.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Hi! - Hi.

You want some help with this stuff?

- Yes, please. - You got desserts in here?

- Apparently there's a table outside.

- All right, you get that one.

- Let's get out of this kitchen.

We can talk outside.

- Anyways, okay, I have something to tell you.

I brought something that's gonna solve all our problems.

- I don't know, Kasey. Your ideas aren't always the best.

- Seriously? Yari, come on, It's gonna be fine.

You're gonna love it. Let's go, come on.

- Uh-uh-uh-uh! You're always sneaking something.

You're not gonna have dessert before dinner.

Go outside. There's plenty to set up.

Go, go, go, go! - Fine!

Yari, let's go!

- Ay, here, mira. Take this with you.

And go, they need your help. Hurry.

Come on. We're gonna eat soon.

Sebastian!

Did you bring another...

Let's get this together for next time.

I think that went really well.

- Trevor, This is my old friend, Matias Sepulveda,

the one I was telling you about.

- Matias, yes. You're the guy with the funny grandmother.

- Yeah. - She's quite the character.

- That she is.

Um, I actually wanted to talk to you about that.

- Oh.

- Um, our family has owned a restaurant for over 50 years,

and I know you're an angel investor

who cares about small businesses,

so I was hoping I could talk to you about...

- Well, do you have a pitch deck?

I'm sure the investment team would love to hear about it,

but I gotta be somewhere across town in about an hour.

- Trevor, you can spare a few minutes.

- Talk fast.

- Thank you.

- What did you plot this time?

- Yari, oh my gosh.

It was so much easier than I thought it was gonna be.

I thought we were gonna have to do

some kind of "Mission Impossible" scenario.

- What did you do?

Nothing. Not really.

I mean, Great-Grandmama actually did it.

- Yes, and?

- Okay, so I may or may not have brought some shrooms over

that I took from my dad's stash before he headed out.

And they may or may not have been added to the soup

in hopes of our family tripping balls

and realizing how stupid their fighting is.

Great, right?

- We are so screwed.

- Oh, it's gonna be so good.

Relax, it's fine. - What abour your mom, though?

- She's not even gonna notice.

- No, mija.

They say age is a number, but tell that's to my feet.

- I hope you got some insoles in those.

- Ay, por dios, my bunion.

Sit it there.

- Ooh, that's hot.

we're making do.

- Ximena.

- Sebastian.

- Ah, I love the new nose.

I'm glad you finally got that taken care of

after the pool incident of '98.

- It's called contouring, bitch.

- Sebastian, I think I saw some mushrooms in the front yard.

Would you go get them? But hurry, they might be rare.

- Jealousy is not a good look on you, sis.

- Ay, don't worry about him.

I am a little more concerned

about what's going on over here.

What are these two up to?

- Ay, they're just being girls.

- Hmm.

- Oh, hey.

- Nothing. - Nothing.

- Hmm. Well, don't just stand there.

Take these to the table. - Okay.

- Okay.

- Wait.

- What?

- I don't know how we're gonna get away with this.

- It's gonna be fine.

I tried it on my dad's family last Christmas.

Everyone just thought it was food poisoning.

But let's just say, I've never heard my Aunt Patricia

talk so openly about her sexual preferences.

- Ew.

- Now, whether they wanted it to be out or not,

it's all out in the open.

Yari!

- Okay, but just in case, I say we video it all,

and then hold the footage for ransom.

- I love your ideas. Yes, let's do it.

Any day now with those dishes.

- Okay, sorry. - Oh.

- Sorry.

- I'm gonna stop you. I really need to get going.

But it was a pleasure meeting you, Matias.

- The pleasure was all mine, Mr. O'Leary.

Uh, Trevor, please.

- Trevor. - Yeah.

- So, uh, when will I find out?

- I'll have someone reach out on Monday.

- Great. - Okay.

H?

- Yeah?

- Look, I get that guy's your old friend, or whatever.

Don't spring that stuff on me ever again, okay?

I get it. He seems well intentioned.

I feel for him, I do. He seems like a nice guy.

Maybe his restaurant's not a horror show. I don't care.

I know who that guy is. He's a, he's a, he's a joke.

He's toxic. No one's gonna touch him with a 10-foot pole.

No one is gonna go near that guy, especially me.

- Got it.

- Let's go.

Yeah!

- Sorry. Uh, I just wanted to thank you.

- No problem.

- I think that went really well. I'm going to tell everyone.

- Um, maybe hold off on that until Monday.

- Oh, right, right. Just, I'm just excited.

So, uh, you joining us for dinner?

- Oh, you bet.

Hey, how many of Grandma's pink conchas

do you think I can walk away with?

You know you would make a killing

if you invested in a brick-and-mortar.

- You should tell that to my mom.

- I'll work on her. - Done.

- I'm already full. I'm already getting stuffed up.

- Oh, I'm gonna kill him.

- He'll be here. Hopefully.

- Where is he? - He's coming.

- He's gonna be on his way.

- You've been saying that for hours. Give me your phone.

- Ma, please. - Momma, it's fine.

He's gonna be here in a little bit.

- You weren't gonna start without me?

Look who I brought. I brought company!

Hope it's okay if I crash.

- Hola, Hanz!

You're not crashing if you have an invitation.

- Everything okay? - It's good to see you, mijo.

Now, when are you two gonna get back together again, eh?

- He just got here, Grandma.

Remember my sister? - Hi.

- Good to see you again.

- Sebastian, hijo mio,

why don't you get a place setting for our guest?

- Remember Hanz? - Yes.

Remember this?

There we go, there we go. I got it.

- Hey, you're back!

- He got an invitation. Awkward!

- And you are cut off.

- Remember Hanz? - Hanz!

Good to see you, buddy. Welcome.

- Now that we are all here-

- Yes, now that we are all here...

- I want to thank you all- - I'd like to thank you all-

- Oh, Lord.

Welcome to the Sepulveda family dinner!

- What did I miss?

- You're gonna need this.

- Please, Victoria, you have something to say.

- Don't do me any favors.

- I'm not. I'm giving you what you want.

This is your dinner, right?

I only started the tradition 50 years ago.

- No, no, no. No, no. - It is mine.

Look, I know you had to take care of Dad,

but someone had to keep up the traditions.

- Victoria, I didn't mean to take this away from you.

Please.

I appreciate you saying that.

I just wanna say thank you for coming.

We may not all be together, but hopefully, one day soon,

we will all gather again like we have in the past.

Large family dinner at the restaurant.

My father was an amazing man.

I miss him so much.

But his legacy is still here.

We can taste it in his mole-

- Ha!

- and see him in the people around us.

So, let's raise a glass in remembrance.

- You still hold him on a pedestal!

He got the mole recipe from a bag of dried chiles

that we bought in a grocery store in Oaxaca!

- And on that note, let's eat.

- Yeah! - Yes!

- Perdon?

- Yeah, Mom, let's eat.

- Victoria, thank you, that was a lovely speech.

Now, if you will all save room

at the end of the meal for the final course.

It's a bit untraditional.

We are finishing with a suggestion

from my beautiful granddaughter, Cecilia.

It is a

vegan posole.

Salud.

There we go. Thank you.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, it's fine.

- Did you get enough?

- Mm. It's good.

- Yeah, it's juice. Margarita.

Don't you do it. I swear to- I swear to God.

- I gave up meat.

It's a new thing.

I'm loving the drinks, though.

- Uh, let me get you something.

- No, no, no, it's okay, it's okay.

Oh my god.

Is he all right?

- Ah, vegetarian?

- Yeah.

- Don't bring me any. Don't bring a bowl over here.

Put it on that side of your plate.

- Whatever, man. I hate you.

- Finally! Yes!

- Thank goodness. I was waiting for somebody to dig in.

I am dying to try my porcinis.

Here. Lemme get you some.

- So, uh, you and Hanz, huh?

You guys getting back together?

- No, he is, uh, he's moved on. I'm just saying, you know.

- So then why the hell you bring him to a family dinner?

- You see what you've done to that man?

Excited about mushroom soup?

He has nothing else. There's nothing else going on.

- Absolutely. I would drive a porcini car.

They call it a Porschini.

- There you go. A Porschini.

Thank you. Thank you.

- I feel like this might be a bad idea, though.

- No, it's fine. You're always so worried.

- No. - Just watch. Just watch.

- Sit.

- Hmm!

- Oh, Ama!

- It's really good.

It's good, right?

I think it's a hit.

- Did you pick these yourself?

Uh, yeah.

He really liked it. He really liked it.

- It's really good.

- Dude, they're finishing it all. It's really a lot of it.

- Oh!

This sopa is so good.

Seriously, Victoria, you should really consider

having it be a premier dish at the restaurant.

- Don't let him bait you.

You really want this restaurant to, like,

move up in the world of culinary arts?

Hey.

- What, are you dying over there?

- You're fine. She's good, she's swallowed wrong.

She's good.

- Yeah. - Are you okay?

- You seem like you're both choking to death.

- She's good. - I'm fine. I'm okay.

She choked.

What, did you both choke?

- Yes.

I'm good.

- Grandma's such a great cook, huh?

- I know, I know. I'm quickly being reminded.

You know, you'd make a killing if you invested in her.

I mean, the cannabis field is heating up right now.

- Oh, you mean Grandma's farming? Her green thumb.

- Uh, yeah, totally.

- I don't know anything about green thumbs.

But you think I don't know

what your grandmother has been up to?

Pink conchas?

First my father,

and now she's handing them out to strangers.

I may have been a little harsh saying that they were poison,

but not by much.

- You know, I don't know when you started thinking

that you were so much better than us.

your superiority complex has no place here.

- Dad was high all the time!

- How do you think I got him to eat?

- I think now is the time for Dad's mole tamales.

His authentic mole!

- I think you're right.

Now is the perfect time for the soup.

Muchachas, el posole.

- Cecilia! - Cecilia!

Matias!

- What am I gonna do? - Andale, andale!

- Why does everyone all of a sudden care about the soup?

- No idea.

Veganism is trendy, right? It's a thing now.

- Kasey, this is a bad idea. You need to stop.

- Well, it's too late for that.

- No, it's not.

- Stop! Yari!

- Yes, can we you not start serving, please?

- No! - Are you serious?

- We're serving the soup!

Matias, take those tamales into the house.

We are not serving those.

I said we're serving- - You're ruining the plan.

- the soup first. - You're ruining the plan.

No one is serving tamales!

- Maybe we can serve both things.

- You know, that's actually-

- What's your problem? You can still serve the soup last.

You're getting what you want. - I said we're serving

the soup first!

- You are being irrational!

- They were dirty.

- Thank you, Yaretzi. Someone had to act.

But yes, please start serving.

- No! No one is serving the tamales!

- You just won't let me have this!

- No! Gimme that!

No! - Stop it!

- Take it!

- Oh!

- But you are not serving this soup.

- No, no, we need to serve the soup!

We need to serve the soup.

- Let it go! - I'm helping.

- No! Grandma!

- So is that a, that a no on the soup and tamales?

Just want one.

Yari!

- You are all so cute. You shouldn't be fighting.

Whoa!

You should be hugging.

Hanz?

- Is he okay?

- Are you all right?

- No. Everything's fine.

- I- I think I'm just so- so sad that everyone is so angry.

It's all my fault. I should've said something earlier.

- Nothing is your fault.

- No.

But it is yours.

- Oh, thank you. Someone finally understands.

What?

- I have to tell you something. It's bad for you.

- Bad?

- He's just drunk.

- No. I'm not drunk.

I can- I can see.

I'm- I'm not drunk. I can see it all.

The past. No?

No, no, Mati, it's- it's not your fault.

Trevor is an ass. He has a nice ass.

- He, Hanz, maybe I should take you home.

Trevor O'Leary?

- Yeah, he saw your video.

He saw your life go poof!

Mati's pico de gallo machine pico'd his pants.

And Trevor was-

- I think I need to take you home.

- No, I have to tell you.

- Oh my god, Matias, don't tell me he's saying

what I think he's saying.

Matias?

- He's not investing. He's not giving you any money.

Nobody will. I mean, you're too risky.

Are you radioactive?

I mean, you do look a little green.

- Um...

Wait, wait, what do you mean?

I thought he was inve-

I thought he loved the idea.

- He said no.

He said

no.

I'm so sorry about the restaurant.

- Is he talking about our restaurant?

- It's nothing, Victoria.

- It definitely is something.

Matias. - Cecilia.

- I don't feel good.

Are you okay?

Oh my god!

- Oh my! Go inside, go inside!

Oh my god! Oh, oh god!

- Do you think it was the soup?

They were the only two that had the soup.

Hanz. Hey, do you wanna come inside?

Lemme get you inside.

- The soup!

No!

Maybe?

I've never cooked with mushrooms before.

Ay!

- I'm a cat.

- Hey, come inside. Come on, come on.

- Mom, Sebastian can't feel his face.

Should we call an ambulance? - No, no, mija!

Here, take Hanz into the house. He has the same symptoms.

- What kind of mushrooms? - What is happening?

Go ahead, mijo.

- I can't feel my tongue. - We'll figure this out.

- It's weird, because it's there, but it's not.

None of this would be happening if Dad was still alive.

We can pretty much just say that dinner is ruined!

Is anyone going to say anything?

- Matias?

- Cecilia, I...

I'm gonna go check on Hanz.

- You always do this.

When it really matters,

you run and avoid everyone and everything.

Us, this family, Hanz,

every time.

- Cecilia, people aren't feeling well right now.

I think that takes precedence.

- Family takes precedence.

- Someone better start talking.

- Maybe now is not the time.

- That's just fine. Leave me to pick up the pieces.

If you're not gonna say anything, then-

- Cecilia, please!

- Mom, you need to know that-

- Enough!

Matias?

Matias, what?

- Mom, I...

I don't know how to say this.

- Out with it!

- Celia, mind your own business.

- My own business? - Please stop it.

Okay, I'm sorry.

We are going to lose the restaurant.

I messed up,

and I'm gonna fix it.

I wanted to make you proud.

I wanted to make all of us proud.

I wanted to make Grandfather proud.

I ruined it. I'm sorry.

- Que?

I took a loan against the restaurant

to pay for the Tacomatic.

- I don't understand.

- The bank is going to foreclose the restaurant.

We are going to lose the restaurant.

Mom.

- You all knew about this?

How could you do this?

And once again, behind my back?

- Ay, Victoria. Don't be so dramatic.

I signed the papers because it's my restaurant

to do with what I see fit.

- Your restaurant? - Yes.

In name maybe,

but I'm the one who's been keeping it afloat

all these years.

You did this on purpose.

- On purpose?

- Mom, no one wanted this to-

- Ever since Dad got sick, you wanted to sell it.

Cecilia, you practically begged me,

begged me to let her sell it.

Well, today you got your wish.

- How did this become my fault?

- Ay, don't blame her, Victoria.

- I'm not blaming her. I blame all of you.

- Won't you just stop?

Matias lost us the restaurant. Matias.

How many times do I have to say it?

- Everything I did, I sacrificed for you and the restaurant.

What do you want from me?

- I want you to live your life for yourself,

and to realize that your father wasn't perfect.

And just because I choose to continue my life

different from the one I had when your father was alive,

doesn't mean I didn't love him.

I just need to move on.

We all need

to move on.

- Move on, move on, but leave me out of it.

- Mom, stop it. This is getting turned around.

Just keep talking and never listen to each other.

Why is no one acknowledging what Matias did?

He is the one who lost us the restaurant. He did.

- Cecilia, I'm- I'm going to fix this.

But don't make this about your decisions.

- My decisions? - Yes, your decisions.

You're the one that did not wanna go to school.

No one stopped you.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

You haven't even been here.

- I have always been here.

- You ran away the second you got out of school,

and you've been avoiding us ever since.

You take what you want from us,

and you never stayed for the aftermath.

- Cecilia, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you're very unhappy, but it is not my fault.

I'm sorry that you did not go to school.

- Matias.

- Do you even know what it's like to take a risk?

To make sacrifices? - Matias!

- I have that job because you couldn't be bothered enough

to stick around and help with it.

Someone had to step up, and it has always been me.

- No one has asked you to do that.

- Why does everyone keep saying that? My choices are my own.

It hasn't been easy for me.

It hasn't been easy seeing my younger brother

get to leave and go off to school.

No obligations, no responsibilities, nothing.

But if I try to do that,

I'm considered a bad mother or a bad daughter.

Selfish, thoughtless. - That's bullshit!

You know that's bullshit.

You've had every choice I have had.

- Victoria, this is your fault.

- My fault. - Your stubbornness

that push the children away.

- Stubbornness? - That is why-

- You've never given one ounce of push.

And I am so stressed- - The restaurant! No!

- Stop it!

- You keep talking, talking, talking, talking,

and never listen to each other.

Not to me, not to anyone, ever.

I've been trying to get you to listen to me for years.

You both have sacrificed your life

and your choices for this family.

And of course, if I dare to ask for something new,

I get shut down immediately.

- That's not true. - Mom!

You're the one that told me that I would never make it,

and that I already had a husband

and a house

and a job,

and that I was needed at home.

No, I don't want this to be my life.

None of us should.

- Mom, is that true?

- Cecilia, I...

- Sebastian, really, what are you doing?

- I need water. - No, no!

No, come back!

- Do we get a butterfly net? A box?

What the... - Um...

The girls just told me that, Anselma, you accidentally put

a bag of my husband's medicinal mushrooms into the soup.

What Mushrooms?

- My husband's medicinal mushrooms.

I just literally said it.

- And this is why we don't put mushrooms into posole.

- I think that's why. I think you're right.

- Well, thinking I'm right is something.

What type of mushrooms?

- Again, is no one listening to me?

My husband's medicinal mushrooms!

Whoa!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

It's my fault, it is my fault! Ay!

- Matias, get two short glasses.

Ximena, help me.

- Okay.

- Do you need a spoon? - The drops.

How is Sebastian?

- Oh, they're both okay.

Ximena took Hanz to Matias's room.

Yaretzi's keeping an eye on him,

and we managed to wrangle Sebastian

into your mother's bathroom.

- I mean, you guys, should we call an ambulance?

- No! - No ambulance!

How is Yaretzi?

- She was apologetic, which is new.

- Well, that's something. - Yeah.

- No phone for a week? - Oh god, no!

- What is that?

- Belladonna extract and activated charcoal.

- Oof! - Here.

Give this to Sebastian and Hanz.

- Oh, it smells terrible.

- Ay, well, then mix it with tequila.

Just be sure they drink it.

- Oh my god. - Go, go!

- Where are you going?

- I'm not leaving. I'm just gonna go check on Hanz.

- Honey, why don't we help Ximena, you know,

wrangle the butterfly before it flutters away again.

- Ama?

Come here.

Ay.

- What are we gonna do, Ama?

- Ay, mija.

There's only one thing left to do.

Clean up.

- You don't got people for that?

- I got you.

- Thanks, Yari. I'll take it from here.

- Okay.

Yeah, he just passed out.

And unfortunately I wasn't able

to get his striptease on camera, so.

- Um, what?

Relax!

No, everything's fine.

- I guess I'll take it from here. You can go to bed.

- Okay.

Uncle Matias?

- Yeah?

- What are you gonna do now?

Like, what happens next?

- Um,

I have no idea.

For the first time ever, I have no idea.

But I will figure it out.

- Well, whatever you decide to do, I just,

I hope you stick around.

I don't know, with you here, just,

it feels more like family.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah, I think I do.

Good. So don't be a dick and run away.

- As long as I'm no longer Uncle Deadbeat.

- You never were.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- I got it!

Thank you.

I don't got it.

- You think we'll be here all night?

Probably.

I just want you to know that I didn't realize...

I thought you had it all figured out.

- Matias,

no one has it figured out.

- I'm not going anywhere, Cecilia.

I'm here, okay?

- Thank you.

I appreciate it.

- Here, I'll give you this one.

- Oh, what a mess.

- I know, right?

- So,

Mom's your responsibility from now on?

Yeah, no.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Of course.

So,

environmental engineering.

- Who's your supervisor? Who do you report to?

- How can you be so heartless?

The world doesn't need another Chipotle!

- I've already told you both,

everything must stay where it is.

- We keep telling you, these are heirlooms.

- They've been in the family for generaciones!

- Hey, wait, what-

- Look, look at me when I talk to you!

Ay, what a nice mustache you have, young man.

Look at me when I talk to you!

- Hey, where are you going? - Ah!

- Why would you do this to an old lady?

- I didn't!

- Ay, ay, ay!

- Oh my god! I'm gonna call an ambulance!

- Ambulancia! Ambulancia!

- Go, go, go!

Go!