"No Lucila, we're going over there. I see some hotness over by the bar and want to get a martini."

"Marina, he's totally not our type and you know it. So no, we're gonna go THAT way."

"Ay Dios mío, you're gonna be that difficult again?"

Poor Maria can only sit and roll her eyes at what's already looking to be another night with the Ramirez sisters...