Mitchell: Your honor, it all boils down to this. The motel owes Miss Menchengo-
Anita Menchaca: Menchaca.
Mitchell: Damn it. Every time. More in wages than she ever could've taken in soaps and tiny shampoos.
Judge Bartley: Fine. Case dismissed.
Mitchell: Yes!
Anita Menchaca: Oh! Gracias! Muchas gracias!
Mitchell: De nada. De nada. [to Gloria] Did you see that? I won! I-I can't believe it!
Gloria: Yeah. It scares me that winning is such a surprise for you.