Miguel is in a bad mood.
“Mira, I can’t.”
Que pasa hombre?
“You’re in a mood again. I’m not in the mood for your mood.”
I’m not in a mood. Estoy quiet.
“You’re not fucking quiet. You’re in a mood. Estas piensando about Mercedes. You’re in a mood. Maybe you should go speak with someone.”
Ave Maria encantada….Here we go. Every time you watch The Sopranos you think I should go talk with someone. I hate that Dr. Melfi character. It’s a generic window into his soul. That’s why The Sopranos started to suck. I blame Dr. Melfi.
“Lo que sea. Whatever. You’re in a mood. Let’s just go meet girls and dance El Guapo.”
Fine. You always scare off the girls with your stupid lines.
“The nieves like that stuff hombre. I’m the Latin of their dreams.”
You’re the gardener of their dreams. They don’t like your lines. They just go home with you to piss of their padres.
“Yeah, like Meadow Soprano in Season Tres. She dated that black guy. Soy como the black guy in season three.”
Except that he went to Columbia.
“I could go to Columbia.”
You flunked out of UDC.
“I wasn’t challenged.”
“If I didn’t need you as a wing man I would punch you in the face.”
You need to stop watching that show. En serio.