I'm sorry to hear about Neto. I don't know what to say to you. Whatever, you know. You're...

Montoya Santana: I'm sorry to hear about Neto. Julie: I don't know what to say to you. Montoya Santana: Whatever, you know. Julie: You're like two people. One is like a kid. Doesn't know how to dance, doesn't know how to make love. That's the one I cared about. But the other one, the other one I hate. The one who knows, the one who has this wrapdown, who knows how to run drugs, who kills people! Montoya Santana: I don't have to listen to this shit, alright? If you were a man, I'd... Julie: You'd kill me! Oh no. No, you'd fuck me in the ass, right? Right? Montoya Santana: I guess we got nothing to say to eachother. Julie: You know when I met you, I was impressed. Yeah, you talked about La Raza and education and the revolution, but you know what man? You really don't care about any revolution, do you? You're nothing but a fucking dope dealer. Montoya Santana: Just a road to where we're going, esa. Julie: Bullshit. Montoya Santana: Sabes que? I don't do drugs, I don't even like them, but they're there, and it's a reality. And if I don't take care of that business, somebody else will. Julie: Yeah, well, your business kills kids, man! It kills kids! Like Neto and Pablito and, and Miko, my son, who look up to you! Man, they idolize the ground you walk on! Montoya Santana: What the fuck do you want from me? Do you want me to start over, esa? Get a job? How about become a citizen? Julie: There's no fucking hope... for our kids, for our barrios... with people like you around.