Chaotic Dinner Conversation

[screaming]

Hey, bitch, what's for dinner tonight, bitch?

What did you just call me?

Cara, ela mandou...

Stop! Stop it!

...a casa non sono proprio la persona...

Yeah, a little bite. - Just a little bite.

Just a little one, though. - No! No! No!

I think I'd probably try to get back with my ex.

I will freaking kill you!

Hey, George who? - Bush!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

That goalkeeper is amazing. Give him the Ballon d'Or.

Shut up! Shut up!

And that's a topic I want to talk about, because you know, you got to stop eating.

That's all I want to say. - [groans]

I was just saying, it's late and we have to...

Shut up!

I want my head back.

You think it's funny? - No.

That's right, do your job.

Don't know what that look was for.

Hey, bitch!

I'm not going to argue with you.

Yeah, because you know I'm right.

[screaming]

What? - Eat that.

Oh, fucking hell.

Put me down. - Oh!

[screaming]

Ты что, дурак?

Yeah, Angelina did it better. - Who's Angelina?

No! Angelina!

I want to go to Ojos Locos.

Where do you want to go? Where do you want to go?

Is it good?

Not gonna lie, my ex made a better sandwich.

What the fuck?