Mateo: You don't know my life, and it's not that cushy.
Marcus: Dude, I'm homeless!
Mateo: Dude, I'm undocumented.
Marcus: Seriously?
Mateo: Yeah, so suck it.
Marcus: Oh. Hey, thanks for telling me. We have each other's secrets now. Let's make a pact. I won't say anything about your thing unless my thing comes out, and vice versa.
Mateo: Um, you can't say anything about my thing.
Marcus: And I totally won't, unless my thing gets out. Ride together, die together. [crunching]
Mateo: Oh, God.