Mateo: Smart time to buy a new washer.
Cheyenne: Oh, actually, Bo wants to buy them all.
Mateo: Oh.
Bo: Yeah, get 'em for mad cheap, then resell them to the suckers, make that scrilla.
Mateo: What if you can't sell 'em?
Bo: Then I open up a laundromat. Come on, man, think. Use those glasses.
Mateo: Well, I guess you have more of a plan than I do since I'm basically unhirable now.
Bo: Mm, plight of the undocumented, man, and yet the 1% and whatnots.
Mateo: You always know what to say.