Gentefied

Hey.

You got a copy of The Five Love Languages in yet?

Shit!

Alright, I'll be back.

Hey white boy,

a bunch of four tops just arrived and they're VIP,

so prep the potatoes and the mushrooms ASAP.

And before the boss arrives, okay? If not, that jerk will lose it

if he shows up to a bunch of naked shrimp.

Yep.

That's shrimp, right?

Yes. This guy! Of course, it's shrimp.

- I know, I know what is shrimp. - Gringo.

He thinks he's Forrest Gump. What is shrimp, Forrest?

Oh, that's my new Twitter bio:

"Yessika Castillo: Paid to scare the whites."

Bitch,

I'm getting real tired of this three-way

- relationship with your Insta. - I'm... I'm sorry, babe.

I'm sorry. Look, I was just...

I was just talking to the Fijate Fi producer

who's interviewing me at the show tomorrow.

That's how it starts.

Yes, baby.

And from a guillotine, classism, propaganda.

Mm-mm. I'm not dating a vendida, boo-boo.

No, you're not.

'Cause none of this is for sale, babycakes.

- It's only for you. - Mm.

- Ana, tell your needy black girlfriend - Shit!

that there's sweet bread and coffee.

Now,

let's see Catalinita...

how many eggs did you lay for us today?

Wake up.

Hey.

What? No. What are you...? Agh.

Pop.

Don't ruin your cousin's culo-nary

culonary experience, cabrón.

It's... it's culinary, Pop.

- When you say "culonary" it sounds gross. - Cul...

Just taking enough to cover this freeloader's part of the rent. Pop,

when are we going to talk to Rob about the money we owe for the shop?

I'll give it to him when I want to, mijo.

Dude, Rage Against the Machine is playing at the Orpheum this weekend.

- Hmm? - Well, I ain't got time for that.

Go find some foodie friends to go mosh with.

Abuelo, Rob's gonna bitch about

the rent if we don't pay for another month,

and you need to stop covering Ana's rent.

We ain't made of money.

But you love mosh pits. You always said that

that's how you legally get your aggression out.

- Remember? - Yeah, not today.

Alright, let's go!

Get ready! We're going to be late.

I haven't even eaten yet.

Let's go. We're going to be late.

Hey, Pop, I could always give you a ride.

A ride?

I wouldn't cheat on my precious Salma Hayek.

All right.

I am worried about Chris.

Don't. He likes the hermit life.

Hey!

Be careful with my old lady.

Ah, she likes it rough.

Andale, take it easy. Take it easy.

Chris just moved back.

He wants to be your friend.

- Good morning! - Hi, Casimiro!

He's fine.

Besides, I think Idaho made him allergic to Mexicans.

He's not like his father

and you're not like yours.

Take him to a nightclub.

Find him a girlfriend!

One with a nice big booty.

I'd rather help you get one,

and set up that Bumble account, viejito, huh?

I'll use that shirtless picture of you in the rio. Huh?

What's this?

She's still here and nobody's changing that.

- Quit messing with me! - Let's get to work!

Five dollars for a burrito?

It's only a fifty cent increase!

What does it cost you to help your friend's business, dumbass?

I'm a dumbass? You're the dumbass!

It costs me a bus ride. An elote.

A taco.

A tostada, a bag of hot Cheetos.

Hey! Whose side are you on, little girl?

Yeah, we've been giving you free burritos for years, man. Call it even.

I sang for those tacos.

Huh.

- Nobody asked you to sing. - You ain't Chente, bro.

Do you want your burrito or not, Javier?

One's coming out.

Hey, primita, how's your girlfriend? She finally let you off the leash?

How's Lidia's foot, huh?

You know, since she kicked your ass to the curb and all?

So, imagine owning in Echo Park

like five years ago. That's what Boyle Heights is.

It's a great location.

This motherfucker.

I can see the potential.

What's going on here, Rob?

What the fuck are you doing, Rob? Huh?

OK. They're harmless. They're harmless.

Rob. Rob. Talk to me before bringing this...

You got a ranch or something?

Hey, you come up in here and disrespect my grandpa like this, huh, Roberto?

All right, do you guys want some tacos?

You gonna...? You should get some tacos. Some carnitas, yeah?

Extra guac, por favor.

OK, OK, but this ain't Chipotle, patrón.

Two months,

you haven't paid rent.

- We pay rent. - I pay rent.

Not all of it.

You breach your lease,

I'm well within my right to evict you.

You fucking doubled the rent on us,

- you coconut sellout. - Erik.

Hmm. Coconuts are delicious.

Well, you get it when you get it...

- potato. - Oh, potato,

oh yeah, well, OK, 'cause they're technically brown

- on the outside... - And white on the inside, like you,

you punkass bitch.

Do you have the rent?

If not, I have business to handle.

Go handle the tacos.

I don't have all of it.

OK. Um...

Just...

give me what you have.

All right, you got to figure out

the rest, man. Like ASAP.

I mean it.

Casimiro, qué linda familia.

OK, stay woke.

Hey, what's up with my burrito?

Enjoy.

Table six is still waiting for their risotto alla zucca!

Come on, guys!

- Yes, Chef. - Move!

- Christian. - Yes, Chef.

Is there sage in this?

Um... Yes, Chef.

It's fucking brilliant.

Don't do it again.

- No. - All right?

This is my dish, bud, all right?

You save that innovation for family meal.

Shit, yeah, dude, that's impressive.

Thank you, Chef. Uh, speaking of, Chef,

can I ask you for a favor?

Shoot.

Um... I'm applying for Le Cordon Bleu in Paris.

Oh la la. Aren't we the hot shit now, hey?

Yeah. I was just wondering if you'd be able to write me a letter of rec.

Ooh, I don't know.

Hmm.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you draft it up,

and maybe I'll send it if you don't fuck it up.

Yes, Chef. Thank you, Chef.

For fuck's sake, Felix, enough with the parsley.

This isn't fucking Applebee's!

Hey, we could burn it all down and collect the insurance, huh?

What a great idea, mijo.

Just leave me there inside...

so I can burn down with it all.

Is everything cool?

Mm-hm. Pop's just over here auditioning for Miramar Salvaje.

- Chavala. - You'd win an Emmy.

Pops, look, a 50-cent increase on burritos isn't gonna do shit.

But if you keep letting me make changes,

- I promise, I will... - What do you think, mijo?

What do you think?

Uh...

Well, have you asked my dad forhelp?

Your dad? If he's not helping you, do you think he's going to help me?

Yeah, you're right.

Abuelita's nickname for him was always

Stingy.

Do you have a moment to look over the books?

No, Pop, I gotta write this letter.

- Por favor. - We're fine, Pop.

Oh, really? You're gonna bust out the prayer hands?

Si, yes.

That's not... that's not fair. All right.

Well, how about firing someone?

- I mean, that's a start. - Wow.

Damn, that's cold.

Mama Fina's doesn't function without Norma and Geo.

- Who would I fire? - Geo, for sure.

What? Come on, man.

Geo's family! What's wrong with you?