You must be the negro boy that my husband works with.
Marty says that you aren't nearly as lazy as most of your kind.
Beans, rice, lemons, tortillas, jalapenos.
Go, make me something to eat.
- These are beans. Beans. - Beans. Be-Beans.
Rice.
What store did they get you from...
Doll Face
I wish I were cross eyed...
So I could see you twice.
Do you have a map?
'Cause I'm getting lost in your eyes.
Were you arrested earlier?
'Cause it's a crime to look so fine.
You will burn
in the same hell as me.
Here you go. Thank you.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Is there an airport nearby?
Or is that just my heart is taking off?