- Rosa: In our own land, we have no home. They want to kill us... . In Mexico, there is only poverty. We can't make a home there either. And here in the north, we aren't accepted. When will we find a home, Enrique? Maybe when we die, we'll find a home.
- Enrique's friend: You have to learn to talk like a Mexican. Tell me it's a hot day.
- Enrique Xuncax: It's a hot day.
- Enrique's friend: No! You won't make it two miles past the border. "It's a fucking hot day." Mexicans are always saying fuck. Fuck this, fuck that. Now try it again.
- Border patrol officer 1: [to Enrique and Rosa in Spanish] Do you know how to read and write?
- Rosa Xuncax: [to Enrique in Mayan] Why does he want to know that?
- Enrique Xuncax: [to Rosa in Mayan] I don't know, but I think it's a trick. We'd better lie.
- Border patrol officer 2: What are they saying?
- Border patrol officer 1: I don't know. They're not speaking Spanish. They must be speaking some kind of Indian language.
- Border patrol officer 2: Well, what the fuck good are you?
- Enrique Xuncax: [to the officer in Spanish] No, we can't read or write.
- Border patrol officer 1: They don't know how to read and write.
- Border patrol officer 2: Well, that's some great system you got there.
- Border patrol officer 1: Okay.
- [takes a map of Mexico out and asks Rosa and Enrique in Spanish]
- Border patrol officer 1: Show me exactly where you are from.
- Enrique Xuncax: [in Spanish] What the fuck? What's this fucking thing you're showing me? What the fuck are you talking about?
- Border patrol officer 2: Well he sounds like a Mexican to me.
Contribute to this page
Suggest an edit or add missing content
