Carla: [Spanish: "Marco, can Turk play the next game with you?"]
Marco: [Spanish: "I don't want to be friends with your stupid, melon-headed boyfriend."]
Turk: Baby, I don't understand why he just doesn't learn English.
Marco: [Spanish: "I bet he's whining about how I don't speak English even though he's never bothered to learn Spanish."]
Carla: He's trying to learn. He's already got 'yes', 'no', and 'cheese'.
Turk: Hey, somebody say something about cheese? 'Cause if you gonna make a cheese run, holla at me, dawg!
Carla: Baby, when we left the Dominican Republic, Marco never wanted to learn English. He even went to boarding school in Puerto Rico. Imagine what it's like to constantly feel like an outsider just because you're proud of your heritage.
Turk: But did you or did you not say something about cheese?