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What are you... John!
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- Mrs. Solis, get out of the way...- What are you doing?
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No!
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Oh, my god!
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- Oh, god, it burns. - I'm sorry. It's just salsa.
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- It feels like acid. - I've been finding it so bland.
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Mr. Solis! Mr. Solis! Come out here.
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- I need to talk to you! - John, shut up!
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John, shut the hell up. Listen to me.
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You are never gonna be the father of this baby.
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No matter what the paternity tests say,
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it's Carlos' child.