Women Is Losers

Stop, stop, what is the matter with you?

Not my jacket!

Take your stupid jacket,

that's all you care about anyway!

I don't even know why I put with you.

Why you put up with me?

What about you?

Go then, huh?

Go home with her!

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

You wanted him so bad?

You keep him!

Celina, stop!

Can we talk, please?

Oh, what should we talk about first?

The fact that this woman has drawers

full of your underwear,

or that you weren't at home watching Christian?

It's not his fault you let yourself get pregnant.

America, English, speak English!

This is America, and we speak English now.

But before the British even showed up in the scene,

Native Americans had over 300 different dialects.

In fact, the American accent is made up

by multiple cultures struggling to speak British English.

If you didn't know this, I didn't either.

I mean, not many of us do.

As Americans, we're not great at history.

How many films about the 60s and 70s have you seen

that aren't just about me?

While we all had Saturday Night Fever,

there were communities of Americans, especially women,

that were fighting to be treated like, well, Americans,

and guess what?

They won.

And guess what?

We're losing.

So allow us to take you back to the beginning

to show you how far we've come.

- But your gonna have to forgive us for being,

well, resourceful.

And for not being able to afford to dress the street.

Where can a girl get some affordable

childcare over here, huh?

Cash only, sweetheart.

Okay.

You can take him.

If you can forgive us for the fact

that we don't have the best lighting.

Can I get a little fill down here?

We'll tell you a story about making due

with what you've got.

About stretching a penny as long as a track.

Pulling yourself up by the bootstraps

when all you have left is your skin.

'Cause if you were living in that America,

we bet that you'd be throwing things out the window too.

High school, 1967.

Old people have sex faster than this.

How do you even like this stuff, it's so boring.

I don't know, it just makes sense.

- What would make sense is you coming tonight.

I can't.

You're really gonna miss your man's welcome home party?

Shh, he's not my man.

Someone should tell him that.

Are you talking about Mateo Valencia?

Oh, you're so lucky, Cel.

Older guys are the best.

They're so worldly, not like these little boys around here

that don't know where to put their pingas.

That's what I'm saying!

Even if he was medically discharged,

it probably all still works.

Can't you see that some of us are trying to study?

- Don't worry, Yvette, no one was inviting you.

Well, not everyone cares about boys' pingas.

This is a plane, actually.

And I was gonna ask Mateo

what it was like in Europe.

Asia.

Asia.

Because I want to be a pilot one day,

and I might want to go there.

First of all, girls can't be pilot.

And second of all, you might want to wait

until the end of the war.

Yeah, you would know that if you did anything

other than your makeup.

Shut up, Yvette.

Ladies!

Come on.

Even pilots have to do math.

Look, it's easy if you follow the rules.

It's a straight line from A to B.

Every time.

It's fair.

Can I just copy you?

It's gonna save time.

What's wrong?

You're too good for my food?

No.

Then?

I have a question.

Marty asked me if I can go to Mateo's

welcome home party.

He's back?

What a nice life you give your daughter.

Private school, parties.

While I bust my ass working so late

so she can live the good life.

Does that seem okay?

So what?

You're going to go out at night like a whore?

No, mama.

No, it's fine.

Go and slut around like your Mom did in her day.

And look how well that went.

Juan, that's enough.

What?

Juan.

- This is my house, and I'll say as I please.

You go study.

No, no, no, no!

Go to your room, Celina.

I said go to your room!

Seriously, what would you do?

Finally!

I've been holding back the hounds.

Good morning, Vietnam.

Don't be nervous.

I'm not nervous.

There's nothing to be nervous about.

Why are you nervous?

I'm not nervous, he's just a guy.

Hello.

Hello.

Would you like some cake?

Oh, yeah, cake.

I love cake, I'm gonna get cake.

Welcome home.

Thank you for coming.

You look okay.

Just okay?

I mean, you didn't lose a leg, an arm.

I mean...

Did you miss me?

Yeah.

A lot.

I missed you too.

Do you want to dance with me?

I need to pee.

Marty, I need you.

I didn't have my cake!

An arm?

Why don't you just set off a firecracker next to him?

I'm serious, Marty.

Okay, this whole time he's been gone

he's all I've thought about.

I think I'm in love.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no.

You did not tell him that, did you?

No.

Good, good.

You have to play hard to get, keep him on his toes.

Otherwise, he'll step all over you,

and I will not let you get stepped on.

Okay, but...

What if he loves me too?

Then he won't let you get away.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

I mean, look at me and Carlos.

He practically begs me for it.

Look at me and Marty.

Hm?

She does what I say, when I say it.

Okay.

You want to get her attention?

Ignore her.

I don't want to ignore her, man.

I just got back, you know?

The less interested you come across,

the more you'll have her going wet for you, man.

Okay, I'm gonna go talk to her.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Man up!

I'm not gonna be around to keep you

from getting your heart broken this time, man.

I'm serious.

Listen to me.

You've already tried to chivalry thing.

Where did that get you?

Blue balls all the way to China.

Okay, scratch that.

Treat her like shit and you'll have her

with her legs wide open until the sun comes up.

Yeah?

Come on.