>> BENITA: He’s never home anymore. >> DIEGO: Benita. >> BENITA: He doesn't even tell me where he is.
>> DIEGO: That’s not true. >> BENITA: Sometimes he’s playing soccer. >> BENITA: Sometimes he might not be playing soccer, be playing with another girl you know what I mean.
>> DIEGO: That’s not true. Oh my God. >> DIEGO: That's not true.
>> BENITA: I call him all the time. >> DIEGO: I’m not. .
. >> BENITA: He never answers, it’s another girl that answers. >> DIEGO: Benita can I talk?
>> BENITA: Yeah right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. >> DIEGO: Can I talk please?
Jesus Christ, I thought this was marriage counseling, not crazy latina women who can’t really cook counseling. >> BENITA: Yes. Haha.
Okay. >> DIEGO: Anyway she looks through my Shots and my Instagram and she reads my text messages while I’m sleeping. >> BENITA: That’s because he’s always texting other girls.
>> DIEGO: Benita, I text them because I want to make sure my phone is still working. >> BENITA: Oh really? >> DIEGO: Yeah.
>> BENITA: What about that text you sent Patricia last night? >> DIEGO: What text? >> BENITA: And how come you never like my picture?
>> DIEGO: I don’t know Benita, maybe my phone is just a little broken, you know? It’s an iPhone. Maybe, maybe I have to go to the Apple Store and… >> BENITA: I always know when he’s lying to me you know?
>> DIEGO: Don't be crazy I never lie. >> BENITA: Every time you lie you do this little thing with your head. >> DIEGO: What thing with my head?
>> BENITA: Watch this. Diego do you like my empanadas? >> DIEGO: Yes, I like them very much.
>> BENITA: HA! See I told you. >> DIEGO: What do you mean?
I was stretching. >> BENITA: Do you like my mother? >> DIEGO: Yes Benita, of course I like your mother.
>> BENITA: Disgrace! That’s my mom! >> DIEGO: Oh my god… >> BENITA: Diego I can’t believe you!
>> DIEGO: Benita, please she’s like 97 years old and her farts smell like beef burritos. >> BENITA: Okay. One more question.
Do you love me? >> DIEGO: Yes Benita, I love you. >> BENITA: Well, at least that was honest.
I mean the least you can do is love me after all the stupid things that you do. I mean I have to wait for you. You never.
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