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Oscar, seagull.

Oh! Five points... it touched your lips.

Chance, seagull.

- There you go... ten points! - Man, game over. You win.

You're the king of the garbage birds.

Collect your winnings off the floor.

Dad, that's enough.

Last time I took Chance to the beach,

he fought an actual seagull for a fry.

Yeah, but he won, and we ate good that day.

Mom, did you get my birthday invitations?

Yep, thanks to the printer at work.

Oh, I also swiped these poop bags

to put the party favors in.

This is for you, Grandpa.

You're coming, right?

- Of course I'll be there. - We're roommates.

I think it would be really awkward if I didn't go.

Hello. I'm right here.

We're at full capacity, but you're on the wait list.

Then so is your gift. It's ham.

His birthday's at the insect museum?

- Yeah. - With all the dead bugs?

Mm-hmm.

I'll save you some money, Mayan.

I stepped on a cockroach this morning.

It's still stuck to my shoe. I'll show it to you for free.

Do you think the museum has ladybugs?

I always wondered what it would be like

to go on a fancy date with one.

Hello, milady. Fancy a crumpet?

And that's why you're not invited.

You're a whole freak.

- What are you guys doing? - Paying bills.

- Very responsible. Got to go. - Hold up.

Look, we know it's been hard for you losing your home,

keeping your business afloat,

zipping up your pants after five beers.

- We're not asking you for rent. - Whew. Okay, I'll stay.

- I'm here. - Now I want to go again.

I have exciting news.

Your t�as are coming to town for Chance's birthday.

Wait, my actual t�as or the ladies you made me call "t�as,"

like your cousins, your coworkers,

and your favorite cashier at Chico's?

Mm, Janet and I aren't speaking,

and it's up to her to make it right.

Anyway, it's Daisy, Lily, and Flor,

the t�as from New York who travel together.

They share one broomstick

unless they decided to go Jet Bruja.

Well, I've never met them.

So I hope I can make a good impression.

Unless your name is Julio Iglesias, Andy Garcia,

or a Carnival Cruise Line captain,

they're not going to be impressed.

I am just excited to practice my Spanish with them.

See, I already got my Mexican accent down.

And now I get to showcase my Cuban one.

Ready? In Mexican, it's...

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And in Cuban, it's...

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Accent's all in the hands.

I'm going to iron my guayabera.

Don't worry. I'll make sure he does none of that.

He should just speak English.

They don't like it when people try so hard.

Oh, then they're going to love the dead bug party,

because clearly Mayan didn't try too hard planning that.

Was the roadkill museum closed?

Hey, this is what Chance wants.

I know my son.

And I know how to show that kid a good time.

So come on, Mayan, let me plan this birthday.

Remember all the great birthday parties I threw you?

I threw them. You threw up at them.

I remember one year you drank so much

that you passed out in the bounce house.

Best sleep of my life.

It's soft in there,

hugs your curves in all the right places.

You never even got me gifts.

I asked you for a puppy every year until I was 14,

but the closest I got was that woman you dated named Fifi.

She always came when I called her.

Good Fifi.

Mayan, if I had given you a dog,

you would have gotten your fill of dogs,

and then you would have never wanted

to pursue a career as a vet, so you're welcome.

I wanted to be a vet because of "Air Bud."

I thought it was because of "Beverly Hills Chihuahua."

Come on, Mayan, this is my first birthday with Chance.

Let me throw him a classic Lopez backyard banger

with a bounce house, a pi�ata, and chickens

that start out as entertainment and end up as dinner.

Mayan and Quentin can't afford all that.

Look how they dress.

They can't, but you can, sugar mama.

Picture this... a banner that says

"Chance's Seventh Birthday,

"sponsored by Rosie La Reina's Insurance.

Se habla ingl�s."

You know how many people

come to a Latino kid's birthday party?

And I can guarantee you none of them will have insurance.

- I'm in. - All right, I got to go talk to Oscar.

He's got a hookup at the party store.

Her name is Brenda, and she's got nice balloons.

There's no way he actually follows through with this.

Oh, no way in hell.

All he's going to do is hit on that girl at the party store.

Oh, I should call ahead and warn her.

What's going on?

You actually came through?

If there's one thing I can rely on you for,

it's being unreliable.

I'm adulting. I'm an adulterer.

I got some bad news.

I think the bounce house is broken.

I tried blowing into it, but it won't inflate.

It has a motor, fool.

What did you even blow into?

Before you start blowing anything up,

we should check with Chance

to see if this is what he really wants.

I'm sure he wants a bug party.

He's so excited that he started his own bug collection,

and now I have to burn his sheets.

- Oh, those ants are my fault. - I keep hot dogs under the bed.

- Why do you think I'm never hungover? - Chance?

Eh, I was just about to do that... Chance.

It's not a competition. Chance!

Then why am I winning? Chance!

- I got a bounce house? - This party's about to be lit!

- What about the bugs? - They're dead.

They'll still be dead next week.

I guess he's okay with it.

Want to see a live chicken?

- Say hello to Hennifer Lopez. - Whoa!

Don't get too attached.

Hey, gordo, enjoying the party?

It's the best, Grandpa.

Did you do what I said?

Yes, I got three girls' numbers...

as soon as they're old enough to have phones.

And as soon as you're old enough to get a phone,

I'll show you how to save their numbers

as Domino's, Pizza Hut, and Little Caesars.

- Why? - Because when you get older,

you're going to want to eat a lot of different pizza

from a lot of different places...

thin and thick crust.

Your dad and I really nailed this party, didn't we?

Yeah, it's great...

almost like two adult children got high

and planned a birthday party.

Okay, what's going on with your vibe?

What are you talking about?

Mm, I can tell when something's bothering a woman.

I have, how do you say, women's intuition.

Oh, Lord.

I'm getting the feeling that you're bummed

that Chance chose this big party over your idea.

No. I want him to be happy.

If he's happy, I'm happy.

But you don't sound happy.

I'm having the time of my life, menso.

Okay, this is

women-on-women's-intuition violence.

Ay, there he is.

Quinten, this is T�a Daisy.

Your kind eyes remind me

of my late husband, Raymundo.

- I'm sorry for your loss. - When did he pass?

25 years ago.

But when you wear him in a locket around your neck,

it's like it was yesterday.

And this is T�a Lily.

It's actually Mrs. Dr. Lily Rodriguez.

Oh, are you a doctor?

My husband is, so pretty much.

And my cousin Flor.

I love your sparkly visor.

Would you believe I make them myself?

I sell them on "Es-ty."

Well, Quinten does well, too.

He works at the Apple Genius Bar.

- Oh! - Mm-hmm.

I'm going to go make us some drinks.

Why don't you tell them about the time

that you fixed Enrique Iglesias's phone.

Okay, so, uh, he brought it in,

and I fixed it.

But where was Julio?

Can you reset my facial recognition?

It hasn't worked since I got stung on the lips by a bee

and the swelling spread to my breasts.

Sure, no problem.

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D�jame decirte algo...

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Oh, hey, papa.

How about you hang with your mom for a little bit?

- Maybe later. Right now I'm having fun. - So am I!

Girl...

We're going to play Pin the Tail on the Donkey.

Grandpa says he's the best

because he's been chasing tail his whole life.

I didn't get it, but I laughed anyways.

Ow!

Oh!

Rosie, I need to tell you something,

and it might be upsetting.

Oh, I already know about your inverted nipples.

Not what I was going to say.

But update... they reverted.

I overheard the t�as talking about you.

They didn't realize that I understand Spanish.

Interesting. What did they say?

Oh, just g... general stuff,

like how you're struggling with business

and fashion choices and lack of romantic fulfillment.

So they called me a hoochie who can't get laid?

A broke hoochie. Sorry.

If you hate me for telling you, I completely understand.

I don't hate you.

- That was a test. You passed. - I'm sorry, what?

I left you alone with those chismosas on purpose

to see if you would report back, and you did.

I trust you now.

You didn't trust me before?

Rosie, I've been with Mayan for eight years.

But you're not married,

so you have to keep proving your loyalty.

If you want the tests to stop, put a ring on it.

- It's always fun. - No matter where we start,

we always end up right back here.

- So are you mad at the t�as now? - Ay, no.

In our family, chisme is our love language.

If we stop talking crap about you,

we don't care anymore.

I say stuff, too.

Daisy's amazing husband, Raymundo... scam artist.

I think he faked his own death to get away from her.

- Oh, my. - Mm-hmm.

And Lily's big-deal doctor husband works at the morgue.

I think he helped Raymundo fake his death.

- No! - Mm-hmm.

And you want to hear the biggest shock of them all?

Flor doesn't bedazzle her own visors.

- She outsources to Thailand. - Get out!

I mean, her visors are nice,

but they aren't even that sparkly, right?

Don't talk about my family.

I thought you... because you said...

- Isn't that how you show that you care? - Yes, us.

But not you. Pero...

you can help me talk to them in my other love language...

revenge.

Thank God I passed your test.

Just coming over for a feelings check.

- Talk to me. This is a safe space. - Not for you.

Let's just be honest with each other. I'll go first.

Sometimes I think about your mom in the shower.

What?

Now you admit that you're jealous of this party.

No. I'm just annoyed that my dad has Chance thinking

that every birthday has to be bigger and better.

So next year he's going to expect a private party

on a yacht like he's El Chapo.

- They're already the same height. - I don't buy it.

Ugh.

And now his big head is in the bounce house.

Adults aren't allowed in there.

- I'm going in. - Wait.

I don't think it's safe to go in there with the cake cutter.

Dad, get out of there.

- What the hell, Mayan? - You stabbed the bounce house!

- I was going to sleep in here tonight. - It was an accident!

I blew it up with my mouth.

Agh!

Can someone get us out of here?

Not yet. It's still hugging my curves.

Look what you did.

Now I'll never get my deposit back.

That's Mom's deposit. She paid for it.

I know. I was going to keep it.

So what gives, Mayan?

I give Chance a great birthday party, and you're mad?

It's like you don't want me to have fun with my grandson.

Why does he get that when I never did?

Oh, so that's what it is.

I never got to do a pi�ata with you

or blow out candles.

I wanted to be spun so hard

that I stuck a pin in a t�a's butt.

So I do everything right,

and you're still throwing the past in my face.

No!

Yeah.

It's screwed up.

I mean, you're finally showing up for him

in ways you never showed up for me,

and I can't handle it.

And now my kid's birthday is ruined

because I'm jealous.

I'll go. You've hurt her enough.

- Having fun? - Claro que s�.

Even though the bounce house got destroyed,

my ass got stabbed,

and this cake appears to only have dos leches...

this has been a beautiful party.

Oh, thank you.

Well, it's about to get better.

Quinten has offered

to upgrade your phones...

With the latest top-secret technology

that only white and Asian people get.

I knew it!

Yeah, you'll get reception in an elevator, on the moon,

the third-floor parking below TJ Maxx.

Well, I prefer Marshalls, but okay.

Oh, your voice recorder is on.

You must have accidentally hit the button earlier.

Oh, that's okay.

- I'll just delete it. - Ay, no.

If it's been recording this whole time, we should keep it.

You know, as a memory for Chance

so he can listen to the sounds of his party

and the t�as talking.

Shall we have a listen?

- Oh, no, I don't... - Ay!

I'm sorry. A... a spasm.

I... It's the ghost of Raymundo.

He still like to slap my ass from the beyond.

Ay! Ay! Stop it, Ray!

Really? You'd rather destroy a $900 phone

than admit that you called me a hoochie?

I don't know what you're talking about, Rosie.

It was an accident.

Can the Apple genie fix it for me?

I don't know. Let me ask.

�Puedes arreglar el tel�fono?

Por supuesto que s�.

El gringo e-speaks e-Spanish?

Busted!

How's our birthday boy?

He said it's the best banger he's ever been to.

It's the only banger he's ever been to.

But I'll take it.

About earlier...

I'm sorry about letting old stuff get in the way.

It's really nice that you did all that for Chance.

Well, Mayan, you know, not all heroes wear capes.

Some wear corduroy slippers and knee-high white socks.

The higher the sock, the downer the fool.

That's what's up.

So I get why you were upset.

- You do? - Yeah.

I felt the same way

when my grandma was nice to you when you were little.

- Really? - Yeah, I mean, Mayan,

I didn't have any birthday parties or any gifts.

I mean, my grandma said the fact that I called her Grandma

and that she fed me was a gift that I didn't deserve.

So I told her that I thought calling her Grandma

was a gift that she didn't deserve.

And she said, "Well, then call me Do�a Pow Pow."

And the rest of my formative years are blank.

Ay, I got you something.

- I got you that puppy you always wanted. - Oh, Dad, I...

Wait. This isn't a puppy.

This is a very small, very old dog.

Yeah, uh, it was a puppy when you were 14.

Don't squeeze it too hard

because the filling will come out like a churro.

That should be the dog's name, Mayan... Churro.

I think I get to name my birthday puppy, thank you.

- What are you going to name it? - Churro.

She even smells old.

No, she got in my hot dog stash.

If I had to say something bad about my boss,

it would be that she is...

Too nice?

- Ay. - Is this fool for real?

I'm sorry, my chisme sucks.

It should come natural.

Yeah, no need to be out here doing the "chis-most."

I see you added some white diversity to your coven.

Maybe you can sacrifice him instead of one of the chickens.

Okay.

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Hot dogs.

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Oh, Quinten, you are un oso chismoso.

And your Cuban accent is good.

It's all in the hands, baby.

- Don't do that. - Okay.

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