“Dude, man, you’re a glutton for punishment. You look like an idiot with those girls,” DeJesus told him. “Fuck those bitches. Fuck them all,” Castro said. “Don’t they know who I am? I’m a musician!” “Whoop-dee-do!” DeJesus said, teasing his friend. “You may be a musician, but you’re a friggin’ school bus driver. Who the hell wants to date a school bus driver? You’re nobody special. Neither am I.” “Fuck you, Tito,” Castro said.
