Dina: Can you make me look like her?
Mateo: Like a Black woman? I'm not a witch. You don't need all that. You are pretty.
Dina: Oh, I'm a solid 8.25. In high school, I was voted third-prettiest girl in my ROTC unit. Pretty's not the problem.
Mateo: Just trust me.
Dina: It's just, ever since my dad left me at that gas station, it's so hard to trust.
Mateo: Okay, here we go.