El Norte

Enrique's friend:
You have to learn to talk like a Mexican. Tell me it's a hot day.

Enrique Xuncax:
It's a hot day.

Enrique's friend:
No! You won't make it two miles past the border. "It's a f***ing hot day." Mexicans are always saying f***. F*** this, f*** that. Now try it again.

Enrique's friend:
You have to learn to talk like a Mexican. Tell me it's a hot day.

Enrique Xuncax:
It's a hot day.

Enrique's friend:
No! You won't make it two miles past the border. "It's a f***ing hot day." Mexicans are always saying f***. F*** this, f*** that. Now try it again.

Jorge:
Rosa... it doesn't matter!

Border patrol officer 1:
[to Enrique and Rosa in Spanish] Do you know how to read and write?

Rosa Xuncax:
[to Enrique in Mayan] Why does he want to know that?

Enrique Xuncax:
[to Rosa in Mayan] I don't know, but I think it's a trick. We'd better lie.

Border patrol officer 2:
What are they saying?

Border patrol officer 1:
I don't know. They're not speaking Spanish. They must be speaking some kind of Indian language.

Border patrol officer 2:
Well, what the f*** good are you?

Enrique Xuncax:
[to the officer in Spanish] No, we can't read or write.

Border patrol officer 1:
They don't know how to read and write.

Border patrol officer 2:
Well, that's some great system you got there.

Border patrol officer 1:
Okay. [takes a map of Mexico out and asks Rosa and Enrique in Spanish] Show me exactly where you are from.

Enrique Xuncax:
[in Spanish] What the f***? What's this f***ing thing you're showing me? What the f*** are you talking about?

Border patrol officer 2:
Well he sounds like a Mexican to me.