Little : Do you sell drugs?Juan : Yeah.Little : And my mama... she do drugs, right?Juan : Yeah.
Ok. Let your head rest in my hand. Relax. I got you. I promise. I won't let you go. Hey man. I got you. There you go. Ten Seconds. Right there. You in the middle of the world.
I got you a promise. Never let you go.
Juan : I saw your mama last night.Little : I hate her.Juan : I bet you do.Juan : Hated mine too.Juan : Miss her like hell now. All I'm gonna say about that.