"What's your frame?" "Hm?" "Your frame?" "My frame right now..." "What are you, like 200?" "Yeah." "Don't get closer than that." "Uhm, my name is Jonathan Velasquez," "I'm 14." "I..." "I turned 14 May four..." "I turned 14 May fifth." "Then, I skate." "And we're making a band and I'm the guitar player, and I sing and then, and there's, then, I got this other friend, Kico." "He turned fourteen, I think, last Sunday." "And then, he skates too, and then." "And then and then and then..." "Kico's brother, his name is Carlos." "He's, he's 16 and he's like, he skates too but not that much 'cause he's kinda chunky, chubby." "And then." "And then there's Spermball, he's, his real name is Milton Velasquez but nobody calls him that, they call him Spermball 'cause he gets that name, my brother gave him that name, and he tell everybody that name, 'cause we met him before" "anybody did." "So then, so then we, so then" "I really guess he likes jacking off 'cause he like 'cause he, eh, eh, every time he takes a shower he jacks off and he shows us how his mom and dad fuck." "And then, and then, he just started laughing and then he cusses in Spanish and it's funny, then." "And then Robert's brother is Porky, he's 16, too, and then he's, he's like a porn addict and supposedly, like, since Porky liked a girl, but she liked some other guy." "Porky got mad." "And then he was trying to commit suicide by drowning himself on the sink but then, but then when he went, he ran out of breath, he just like went like, like, put his head out the sink and then" "then got more breath and then he went back in." "And then, to believe he was committing suicide and then we opened the door and then he got mad and then, and then supposedly he was gonna choke himself to death and then he was walking around weird with a belt choking himself" "and then, then he weird and, and then he he started eating with the belt on his neck to believe he was committing suicide." "Then, that's why." "And then 'cause that's all 'cause 'cause the police, I'm going like 'cause the girl he liked some other guy named Frank, and then, and then he was trying to kick his ass." "Then he couldn't." "And there was that one time..." "What other story do you want me to tell you?" "Jonathan." "A la escuela." "Jonathan." "A la escuela." "A la escuela." "Hi, mom." "Milton." "I feel sick." "You know what?" "I heard enough bullshit tonight, little man." "Come on, get up." "Man!" "Carlos!" "Get up!" "Gotta go to school." "You're always fucking lazy, get up!" "I know, so what?" "I don't care." "Get up, Porky." "Hell, hurry up." "You ain't even dressed." "I'm already dressed." "Fuck you." "You woke me up and now you want me to... man, hurry up with those weights." "I'll just do five." "We need a break." "60." "Hurry up, I'll be late for school." "Fuck school." "Hey." "Ooooh!" "Oh, hey." "He fell." "Hey, what the fuck is this?" "That's my ball, you Mexican pants wearing booty-hugging bitch!" "I'm gonna tell my brother, he gonna fuck you up." "I'm Salvatorian." "Who the fuck asked you?" "Why you wearing your clothes all tight?" "What the fuck?" "Hey, you want some clothes?" "Do you keep your balls in your pocket?" "That's what it looks like to me." "You wanna hold some?" "You know what?" "You gonna see, 'cause we from GPS and we gonna fuck you up." "Fuck every last one of you, all of yah." "Fuck you." "Get off my block." "Go eat your damn burritos and get the fuck off my gate." "Get the fuck off, my brother's gonna whoop every last one of your asses." "I don't give a damn." "This is GPS and we gonna fuck every last one of you up." "Uno, dos, tres and cuatro." "GPS, baby." "Fuck you up, GPS." "I'm from JPS." "No, fuck the JPS." "Fuck the GPS." "Spermball." "Ooooh." "What?" "Stop!" "You're a bitch ass rocker, fuck you." "Fuck your ass up!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Oh, my god." "What's this?" "It's a hickey." "You have a hickey?" "How can I have a hickey?" "Come on, Jonathan, we gotta go!" "Let's go, come on!" "We got a gig at Gina's party Saturday night." "Tomorrow?" "We're gonna practice tonight at my house." "Can you come over?" "I don't know if I can tonight." "Maybe I can stop by after I go to my house, for just a little bit." "Come over at 4:30." "Okay." "Here comes Rosalia." "Hey, Jonathan." "I gotta go skating." "I think that Jonathan is real hot." "Yeah, but he already got a girlfriend." "Have you got a girlfriend?" "No." "Did you hit that?" "No, I wanted her to." "You didn't fuck her?" "No." "Why not?" "I didn't want to take off my pants." "Man, you're stupid." "The first time I did it, I was sure fucked up." "My girlfriend, you know the one I had in 6th grade?" "Yeah." "Well, her." "She..." "She invited me over to her house after school." "So I went to her house." "We weren't planning to do it." "And then it just popped up and then I took off my shirt first and she said, then I told her you take off your shirt." "She had two shirts and I had to take off my pants then she'd take off her other shirt then I started taking off my watch and she'll take off her bra then I'll take off one of my socks and she'll take off her pants" "until we were in underwear and I took off mines and she took off hers at the same time." "And then, I got on top of her and then I tried putting it in like for half an hour" "I could not find the hole." "I kept putting it too low, too high, and then I found the hole and I pushed it in hard and then she started crying but then I end up finding out you gotta get the girl wet before you do it with them." "My brother told me." "And then I heard her sister talking" "I thought she was coming into the room." "So then I run behind the door and hide naked and then she kept looking at me so then I was super embarrassed and then I locked the door and then jumped in her bed and got under the covers and then we started doing it again" "and then I heard the gate open and then I told her did you hear that she said yeah." "And then, she said it's my dad so then as soon as I heard that, I ran the shit out of me." "And then I hopped the gate into the neighbor's house and I just walked out and I think her dad saw me." "And then I went home and I was about to call her but then I got embarrassed and then I didn't go to school for two weeks because of that." "Then I finally went to school I saw her, the only thing I said was hi." ", Sperm." "Milton, fool." "Milton?" "I don't want to be called Spermball no more." "My name is Milton." "All right," "Spermball." "Hey, where's Jonathan going?" "He had something to do." "You all right?" "Yeah." "That's nasty." "Yeah, I was spinning fast." "Yechh." "Faster!" "Faster!" "Faster!" "Caught you!" "They're like a greyhound when you put 'em like this." "Let's try to make him look like a greyhound dog." "See?" "Look!" "He got little wings!" "Make 'em flap." "That's it, gimme my dog, man." "You're gonna kill him like that." "He's skinny." "He's been gang banging too much." "Cindy, go in mom's room and watch it." "Ben Johnson?" "Shut up." "Make a move and groove." "So why you like that to your sister?" "Always kicking her ass out." "Yeah." "Hey, where'd you get that?" "Spermball." "That's not my name no more." "What is your name?" "Milton." "Girls aren't going to fuck a guy named Spermball." "And you think they'll fuck a guy named Milton?" "Maybe they will." "I just don't want to be called Spermball." "Why do they call you Spermball?" "I named him 'cause one day I was walking from school, and I don't know where he just came, he just jumped up from behind the trash can and he got Hey kid, what's your name?" "I didn't pay attention and then I saw sperm on his hand." "And he was like 11, and anyways he was all young and white, and because he had a that day," "I had a fro." "Was his sperm red?" "Yeah, all red!" "So, I didn't know his name so from that day on we called him Spermball." "I asked him to call me milkshake." "Then Spermball stayed and that's why." "Jonathan, I have to go, my mother will be home." "All right." "Okay." "So I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay." "Yow!" "I'm meeting your father so take care of Cindy." "Okay." "Bye." "It's mine." "Let's see what else he has." "Wassup haters!" "What's up with that?" "Wassup with Wassup Haters?" "Who the fuck is knocking?" "I heard the music outside." "All the way over there." "I was walking by." "You got beer." "I like beer." "Makes me crazy." "I don't mess with girls." "Yeah." "Hello, Jonathan, wanna go do something?" "Nah, I'm cool." "I was thinking we could go to the room." "What makes you think you could get some?" "Everyone else had some." "Yeah, we did." "I remember when me and Rosalia did it for our first time." "Man, I was a virgin and she knew she took advantage of that." "I felt used." "How many dudes do you think Rosalia fucked?" "15, 20, she only 14." "Yeah, I remember the time she wanted to hit and I told her no 'cause I don't want to fuck 18 guys." "Man, my life is shit." "I remember one day, I went to my brother's best friend's house," "There was this girl, I think she liked me, her name was Gina." "I was drunk, so I fell asleep in the bathroom." "She took off her pants, I woke up and we were having sex." "And I had no condom." "Then people started telling me you got her pregnant so I cried on some girl's shoulder." "Gina told her she didn't want me to do nothing with the baby." "It wasn't my problem." "Fuck it." "You really think I got that bitch pregnant?" "If you fucked her, yeah." "Man, that's luck." "My life is shit." "She likes nasty sex, doesn't she?" "She knows a lot." "I don't like that." "Man, I wish I had her right now, that slut." "Man, Porky, quit that shit 'cause every time you get drunk you start crying and we gotta listen to it." "Fuck it, then, I'll go somewhere you don't have to hear me cry." "Would you be mad if I asked you if you're a virgin?" "No." "Oh!" "Now you got caught!" "Jonathan!" "Jonathan, you a hater!" "He ain't never gonna do it like that." "What the fuck are you doing?" "What the fuck is wrong with you, boy?" "You're fucking stupid, man." "I got Danny's car." "He let me borrow the car." "Is the trunk open?" "Come on, you're stupid, close my door, nigga, close my door, nigga." "Hi, Lily." "Hi, Jonathan." "You goin' in the trunk." "Hi." "So, what are you doing here?" "Oh, I stayed over at Sandra's house, I'm going to the bus stop." "Oh, we're going to Beverly Hills high." "We could drop you off if you want." "I don't know, there's a lot of guys in the car," "I don't know if I fit." "Oh, we could trunk it." "Whoaaa ho!" "Whoaaa ho!" "Lily's hot." "I like her." "Hey!" "All the girls like Jonathan and shit, huh?" "He's a friend to you." "He gets all the girls." "Hey, baby, want a ride?" "Man, we're never gonna get pussy in this." "Jonathan, how you doing back there?" "Jonathan!" "Hey!" "Let go of some of that." "We're gonna hit some speed bumps so hold on to something." "Stop the car." "Turn it off." "Let's see some hands, gentlemen." "Okay, relax." "Put your hands down." "I stopped you because your registration's expired." "Let me see your license." "I don't have any." "You don't have a license?" "!" "No." "Anybody in the car got a license?" "No." "You know we have to take the car, right, kid?" "Yeah, I know that." "I bet you're happy to have a car now." "It's not for us." "It's faster than those bikes." "Hey, you like The Ramones, kid?" "Yeah." "They're pretty cool, I saw them play back in '87." "Oh, yeah?" "How was it?" "They rocked." "Shit." "Well, this is my stop." "Stupid bus is taking too long." "I know!" "When's the bus coming?" "I made it." "Yeah!" "Hey-o!" "Agh!" "Oh!" "Nasty ass." "Nasty shit." "Where's my shoe?" "Fucking balls." "Ah!" "My fucking finger!" "Aghhh!" "Figure you broke it?" "Ahh!" "Motherfucker!" "Oooooh, motherfucker!" "Ow!" "You all right, Kico?" "My knee!" "Aw, fuck!" "That was still good, Jonathan." "Mother... fucker!" "Ooh, look at that hot ass!" "I'd like to see that ass under those jeans." "Fuck!" "Yeah!" "Damn, man." "Look at him." "I like the little one." "The little one?" "Hot body and a tight little butt." "Hi." "Where are you guys from?" "South Central." "We're from the ghetto." "You're a good skater." "I'm having a bad day." "We live in Beverly Hills." "My house is right up there." "You're welcome any time." "Okay." "It's got a pink fountain and that red Thunderbird outside." "Come on over anytime." "And I mean that." "Jade, let's go, I gotta meet my trainer at three." "I said let's go!" "You don't have to get all grabby with her." "Was I talking to you, you fucking Mexican?" "I'm Guatemalan." "Oh, I'm sorry, a Guat!" "Bye." "Bye." "Bye, 'sexuals." "I've got seven Hispanics on skateboards." "Hey." "You guys, come over here." "You guys see the signs?" "What sign?" "The "no skateboarding signs."" "Put your hands on your laps so I can see them." "What did we do wrong?" "Where are you guys from?" "South Central." "We're from the ghetto." "What are you doing here in Beverly Hills?" "We're just skating." "I've been warning you skaters for three months." "This is our first time here." "How'd you guys get here from South Central?" "We took two buses." "What else are you guys doing here in Beverly Hills?" "We're just skating." "Lincoln one, head code four right now." "Got a 10-6 or 7 from South Central." "Mexicans." "Mexican?" "We're Salvi." "I'm Guatemalan." "Can we just get on the bus and go home?" "We just came to skate here." "Can we go?" "Not yet." "What's your name?" "Eddie." "Eddie what?" "Rivas." "How old are you?" "Seventeen." "You have your ID on you?" "No, I don't have ID." "You're 17 and you don't have ID?" "I don't carry it with me." "What's your address?" "1161/2..." "Speak up." "1161/2 West 112th Street." "Zip code?" "90072." "What's your name?" "Jonathan." "Jonathan what?" "Velasquez." "What's your address?" "1161/2 West 112th Street." "You guys live together?" "They're brothers." "Why do you have different last names?" "Ah, different fathers, it's typical." "No, we got the same father." "Then why do you have different last names?" "He uses his mother's last name." "How old are you?" "How old are you?" "Fifteen." "What's your name?" "Kico." "How old are you?" "Fifteen." "What's your address?" "1161/2 West 112th." "What's your zip code?" "Louie, what's the zip code?" "90061." "You guys all live in the same place?" "Yeah." "What's your zip code?" "The same as his." "What do you mean same as his?" "I asked you a little while ago, you said "90072," now it's same as his?" "Which is it?" "We don't know zip codes." "You don't know zip codes?" "You!" "How old are you?" "Fifteen!" "I told you not to lie to me or you're going to jail, understand me?" "Why you fucking with us?" "It's our first time here!" "I've been warning you punks for three months." "We're just skating." "Yeah." "You're gonna get a ticket." "What's your name?" "Milton Velasquez." "You their brother?" "No." "How old are you?" "Thirteen." "Thirteen?" "You fucking with me?" "You're the biggest one here." "You lying to me?" "I told you guys, if you're lying, you're going to jail." "He's thirteen!" "He just looks big." "What's your address?" "What's your address?" "I'm speaking to you." "1, 116 West..." "I don't know." "I am sick of you." "You little shits are fucking lying to me." "We're not lying." "What the fuck you laughing at?" "This is serious!" "You're gonna go to the fucking jail!" "I've warned you for three goddamn months!" "Now you get a fucking ticket!" "Pendejo." "What'd you say?" "Nothing." "You don't belong here." "'Cause we're from South Central?" "Yeah." "Man, fuck you." "Hey, get over here!" "Sit down!" "Stay there." "Put that down." "Stay!" "Put it down!" "Let us go or I'm gonna eat your lunch." "Put it down!" "This burger tastes like my dick." "Run!" "Turn over!" "Gimme your hands!" "Get up!" "That's it, that's where the white girls live." "That's not the house." "Yeah, look at the fountain and the red car." "It is." "You found me." "Come on in." "Hi." "Are you thirsty?" "Yeah, I'm thirsty." "I'll get you some drinks." "All right." "Come on, Kico." "Wanna see my room?" "Yeah." "Here are the drinks." "So can I see your room?" "Let's go." "You're not circumcised!" "No, I'm Latino." "Why?" "I look different?" "Looks dangerous." "Are you rich?" "How can you afford this?" "My dad." "What does your dad do?" "I don't know." "Cool." "He's always talking on his cell phone and going golfing and stuff." "That's about it." "What about yours?" "I don't have a dad." "Really?" "You never met your dad?" "No, I just got a brother and my mom." "Are you close to your mom and your brother?" "What do you mean by "close"?" "Like, I don't know, really close to them, like you talk to them about a lot of stuff or do family things?" "No." "We bros." "Are you close to those guys that you're with?" "No, they're just my friends." "Why not?" "'Cause I'm not gay." "That doesn't mean you're gay if you're close to your friends." "Are you like, I mean, are you guys best friends?" "No, we don't call each other best friends." "We all the same." "How so?" "Hmm?" "How?" "We're all the same." "How?" "We all got different things but we're all the same." "Can't call each other best friends or something." "We just friends." "What about your friends?" "They're all the same." "Like you said but they're like, it's hard to tell who your real friends are these days, I guess." "Why?" "Fake." "Some stab you in the back all the time." "Why?" "I don't know." "It's a good question." "You get used to it, that's how it is in Beverly Hills, I guess." "Where you from?" "I live in the ghetto." "What do you mean by that?" "In South Central." "What's it like down there?" "It's crazy down there, you can't walk on the street by yourself." "You get jumped or attacked, either way, it's still bad, right?" "It's crazy." "What brought you here anyways?" "The skate spot we met you at." "So you came all the way down here just to skate?" "Yeah." "Wow." "Do you always wear this?" "Yeah." "I never take it off." "Look at your hair." "Why?" "What's wrong with my hair?" "Nothing, it's just like all over your face." "I like it like that." "Yeah." "It's funny." "What's funny?" "You're just different from the guys I meet, I guess." "Do you care a lot about what people think about you?" "Nah, 'cause it's my way, I like that way." "Nobody can tell me what to do." "Yeah, you like have your own style." "That's cool." "What do they say to you guys?" "They call us rockers and shit." "They think we're rockers 'cause we wear our hair long and tight pants." "Mm-hmm." "But we don't care, but then they'll say Wassup rockers." "They say "What's up, rockers?"" "We get mad at that shit, like, we ain't rockers." "But we won't go fight, they're the ones that go on and fight." "Like what type of people?" "Black people." "They want us to be like them and shit." "And every time, black girls or something play with your hair and stuff, they want to braid it or something, some shit like that," "I never let 'em touch my hair and shit, it might be dirty or something." "That's mean." "They mean to us." "We mean to them." "Geez, no one gets back where you live, huh?" "Nah." "That's crazy, have you gotten in any fights?" "A lot of fights." "Why?" "'Cause they start the problems, they start telling you're gay and everything, they wanna come up to you and slap you or something, try to fuck around with you." "Geez, just because you wear tight pants?" "So you guys get used to that a lot?" "Kinda, we're always fighting, in problems and stuff." "Are your friends always behind you and stuff?" "Like, whatchu mean?" "They like help you?" "Yeah, we help each other, that's why we're friends." "Yeah." "Have you guys like won a lot of fights or lost a lot of fights or what?" "I don't know, but for me, I never lost a fight or something." "Or something?" "You probably hit him with your skateboards?" "I ain't never hit nobody with my skateboard." "I don't really want to kill anybody." "Yeah." "We win the fights, but they never beat us up or shit." "You ever fight?" "No, not here." "Nothing to fight about here." "Well, actually, there is but, people don't really take it to that." "'Cause right down, we fight with them, some, calm down 'cause you beat 'em up and stuff, but some wanna keep on going, they wanna at least try to beat you up once." "What if they can't the first time?" "Then they'll keep on trying but some will stop." "They will learn the lesson that they can't beat you up and stuff." "Yeah." "That's the way it is over there." "Yeah." "'Cause my friend got killed like two days ago." "By my home, like a block away." "He got killed?" "How?" "They shot him." "They shot him?" "You saw it?" "No." "Were you like sad?" "Yeah, 'cause he was cool." "What's the worse thing you've ever seen?" "Somebody get shot in the head." "Are you serious?" "!" "Gee!" "What'd do you do?" "I ran." "You ran?" "How close were you?" "A few feet, like, 20 feet." "Was it somebody you knew?" "Got shot?" "Who?" "Some guy." "Were you sad?" "I don't know." "Is everybody like that there?" "Just except for you guys?" "It's complicated around there." "Why?" "'Cause they always try to cause you problems." "And then they try to bring their family up or something." "And then, when you bring the family, people always say that we start stuff 'cause we're troublemakers, shit, and they're the ones that are startin'." "You know how the moms are, they always believe their child and stuff." "That's how it is." "Geez." "Oh!" "Yeah-oh!" "Ooh!" "You can take off your pants if you want." "What the fuck?" "!" "Oh shit!" "Leave him alone!" "Here they come, motherfuckers!" "Agghhhh!" "Kico!" "Oh, shit!" "No!" "Stop!" "Call the police!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Hey, come on!" "Oh!" "Shit!" "Just gimme five minutes." "There's a lot of white girls." "Hi." "Hi, cutie." "What's your name?" "Kico." "Where are you from, Kico?" "I'm from the ghetto." "You're so adorable." "Look at you." "Oh, you guys are so fucking punk rock." "You're like the Mexican Ramones or something." "Yeah, that's so dope, I love that." "Do you speak English?" "What the fuck is up with the watermelon shit?" "And this fucking biscuits, I mean, like, how gay is this?" "I'm like dying for a whiskey, I can't even..." "Fucking shut up." "It's fucking Marina and Alex, they always do these fucked up theme parties, boring, blah, blah, blah." "You know, like, yeah, I don't dig anything that's going on." "I'm more of a New York type." "You look a little bi-coastal." "Oh, wow." "Hi!" "Gorgeous!" "Smile!" "Ooh!" "Thank you." "Think pink." "Hi, you look so gorgeous." "Hi!" "Hey, Sarah!" "Why don't you play some Madonna?" "Perfect!" "This is my next ad campaign!" "He looks hurt, someone do something." "No, thanks." "Do you have a bathroom?" "A bathroom?" "I have six bathrooms, a pool and a Jacuzzi." "Come, let's take a tour." "Sorry the place is such a mess." "This is some of my work." "You know, you could be a model." "I'm too skinny." "Well, I gotta pee." "Right this way, honey." "Excuse me." "What the..." "I wanna go back to my friends." "Just trying to help you with your career." "My what?" "Oh!" "Whoa!" "Holy shit." "Well, how the fuck...?" "Kico, go!" "Louie!" "So, how many were there?" "Six, one with a mask." "You know my policy." "Shoot first and ask questions later." "I saw some were colored kids, so naturally..." "I understand." "Now, listen, we gotta keep this quiet." "Out of the papers." "They'll have a field day with this." "Sir, off the record, it's a Mexican kid, he's probably undocumented, illegal, I'll write this up so you don't have any problems." "Very good." "Dios mío!" "I've been working Beverly Hills 10 years now we know how to keep these things quiet." "I enjoy your films very much." "I'm a big fan." "Bueno." "Hello?" "Just neighborhood boys, that's what they said." "Yes, thank you." "Bye." "What do you think happened to Louie?" "I jumped over the wall and then I heard the gunshot." "That's fucked up." "Lost two homies in a day." "I'm tired of being here." "Me too, I just wanna go home." "It's fucked up shit, we left a homie." "We left a homie." "We coulda' got shot ourselves." "I know, but we left a homie." "We couldn't do nothing about it." "I hate this place." "We run like bitches." "Maybe he's dead, maybe he's all right, but he's hurt, right?" "Fucking those white people, they always think they're fucking better than anybody," "We must be in the middle of nowhere, shit." "We've got to find a way to go home." "I don't know how." "I'm horny and I'm cold, let's walk or we'll be here the whole fucking night." "Police!" "Get down!" "Sh!" "Sh!" "Hello." "We're lost." "Everybody's been looking for you guys." "We have to get you out of here before the police get you." "There must be a place, I know!" "I know, I'll call Manuel." "Manuel, perfect!" "Okay?" "So you take care of them!" "Okay?" "Hide!" "Here comes the lady of the house!" "Don't worry, okay?" "Whose kid is this?" "My sister." "I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know how he found me." "That's a good-looking kid." "With a face like that, you're gonna get plenty of ass." "I mean, with an ass like that, you're gonna get a face, I mean, with a face like that, you're gonna get a lot of girls!" "When?" "What happened to you?" "Look at that little butt." "What happened?" "A dog." "Damn dogs!" "Doris, if you'll get the dinner on, I'll take care of you." "You come with me." "Come inside, come on, baby." "I'll take a little drink here." "Ahh, wooo!" "Ooh!" "It's fun to be clean." "I'll leave you clean." "I'm having so much fun." "Whoop!" "Clean!" "Come on!" "Quick, quick, in the truck!" "Quiet, quiet!" "Where's Kico?" "You have to go!" "No, not without Kico!" "Go, go, go!" "Stop looking at my tits, 'cause you're always looking at my tits, you see what I mean?" "Yes, ma'am." "Yes, ma'am?" "Oooh!" "Oooh!" "Let's go!" "We gotta go!" "Jonathan, every time, damn, you a hater." "My god!" "What?" "I think this is where my ma works." "Gotta be 21, gentlemen." "What's up, homie?" "Can I help you?" "Mom!" "Back it up, guys, gotta be 21." "Mama!" "Mama!" "Back it up guys, come on." "What's her name?" "Nena." "Nena left." "She said something about her kid not coming home last night." "Wait a minute!" "Let's go!" "Where y'all from?" "Nowhere." "Hey, why you wear your jeans so tight?" "'Cause we don't care what you think." "Yeah, right." "Wassup, rockers!" "Later, Spermball, I mean, Milton." "Milton." "Milton."