Next station... How's the apartment? It's way over our budget. So eat fewer tapas,...

Next station... How's the apartment? It's way over our budget. So eat fewer tapas, jackass. Chino says it's a neighborhood the police
only go in when an old person dies. Anyway, hang tight
and wait for instructions. Son, your cousin's funeral
was very sad, very shabby. A so-called girlfriend of his
from Cozumel showed up. Carla, Karina, or something. She came with some friends,
all short and thick and with the tiniest feet,
as if for climbing the pyramids. They looked like they were about
to sell hammocks at the funeral. And your uncle's work colleagues
sent a wreath made of pink carnations. They thought your cousin was a woman. They blamed the secretary. So she sat crying
in a corner all night, poor thing. Your uncle was very upset, so your dad
had to prescribe him sedatives, those strong ones they keep in safes
so that drug addicts won't steal them