Javier: Now listen, my love. This belonged to my abuela.
Trish: Um, maybe not now, Javier.
Javier: No, no. Please. Please. It will fill my heart to see this ring on your your finger. Oh. It's-- it's a little small.
Trish: I can't do this.
Javier: No, no. I'll just push a little harder.
Trish: Javier, stop. It'll never work.
Javier: But wait, my love. We can put butter on your finger.