Gloria: Ay, is the chair broken?
Jay: Almost. That cheap, freeloading brother of mine can't keep his hands off my good Scotch. So you see, I've placed that Scotch there. My brother sits in this chair, goes out from under him. Bam. Masterpiece.
Gloria: So you make your brother fall and spill his drink?
Jay: Well, I don't want to jinx it, but that's the plan.
Gloria: Why are you both so mean? Where I come from, brothers respect each other.
Jay: That's why Colombia's such a peaceful utopia.