Pedro: No. I ride by bike.
Pedro: It's a Sledgehammer.
Pedro: Yes.
Pedro: What?
Pedro: Yes.
Pedro: No. But I probably will after school.
Pedro: That girl over there.
Pedro: Build her a cake or something.
Pedro: Is she hot?
Pedro: Wow.
Pedro: I like her bangs.
Pedro: A couple of days.
Pedro: No.
Pedro: Why?
Pedro: She's pretty good-looking.
Pedro: Sure.
Pedro: I better go.
Pedro: I got sick.
Pedro: No, not yet.
Pedro: She did? Well, what about that other girl?
Pedro: The one that left all that crap on your porch.
Pedro: Yes, her.
Pedro: Well, I asked her out too.
Pedro: Have you asked anybody yet?
Pedro: What do you mean?
Pedro: Aren't you pretty good at drawing, like, animals and warriors and stuff?
Pedro: Just draw a picture of the girl you want to take out, and give it to her for, like, a gift or something.
Pedro: Who was that?
Pedro: Who's she?
Pedro: Do you draw her a picture?
Pedro: Well, what are you going to wear to the dance?
Pedro: Dad has something for me. But you should probably get s suit.
Pedro: It looks nice.
Pedro: Napoleon. When did you get here?
Pedro: If you can't find Trisha, I'll let you dance with Deb for a few songs.
Pedro: Do you think people will vote for me?
Pedro: Like, what are my skills?
Pedro: That's true.
Pedro: Thanks. If I win, you can be my secretary or something.
Pedro: Okay.
Pedro: They're pretty good except for one little problem. That little guy right there, he is nipple number five. A good dairy cow should have, like, four.
Pedro: Do you think it's kinda warm in here?
Pedro: I think it's-- They have the heater on or something.
Pedro: You don't feel like your head is burning or-- or anything?
Pedro: I'm gonna go home and lay down.
Pedro: Thanks.
Pedro: Well, when I came home from school, my head started to get really hot. So I drank some cold water, but it didn't do nothing. So I laid in the bathtub for a while... but then I realized that it was my hair that was making my head so hot. So I went into my kitchen, and I shaved it all off. I don't want anyone to see.
Pedro: Vote for Pedro.
Pedro: Vote for Pedro.
Pedro: Vote for me.
Pedro: Vote for me.
Pedro: Vote for Pedro.
Pedro: No. They just made me take down the flyers as a penalty for the piņatas.
Pedro: Yes. I don't understand. He say...you're not allowed to smash piņatas that look like real people. But we do it in Mexico all the time.
Pedro: Thank you.
Pedro: Hello?
Pedro: Good.
Pedro: Why?
Pedro: Do you have anything to give to her?
Pedro: Yes.
Pedro: Yes...but not all of it.
Pedro: A skit?
Pedro: I dont' want to be president anyway.
Pedro: I'll just tell them that I have nothing to say. Hello. I don't have much to say. But I think it would be good to have some holy santos brought to the high school to guard the hallway and to bring us good luck. El Santo Niņo de Atocha is a good one. My Aunt Concha has seen him. And...we have a great F.F.A. schedule lined up-- and I'd like to see more of that. If you vote for me, all of your wildest dreams will come true. Thank you.
Pedro: I don't know.
Pedro: I got sick.
Pedro: Two days ago, I went to my cousin's birthday party. And they had all this food. So I started to eat this taco with lots of meat. It was like a carne asada taco. And all of the sudden, I started to feel real evil inside. Kinda sad, ya know? So the next day, I just like laid in the bathtub for a couple of hours. And then, I had to go to the hospital because my aunt Concha was having a baby. We had to wait a real long time, in the lobby, so I bought a little bag of corn tortillas from the vending machine. And right when I started eating them, I felt really good inside. The evil feeling I was having just like lifted out of me. It's like, evaporated into nothing. So I don't know. I think they was like holy chips or something.
Pedro: It looks nice.
Pedro: It's twelve dollars.
Pedro: Hold on. Uh, do you guys have a layaway program?
Pedro: Okay. They don't do layaway.
Pedro: Do you think I look old enough? Un lotto ticket, por favor.
