LIBERA: Oye, pero - I'm not happy to - to leave my family behind, or anything like that. Let me get that straight. I'm sorry if it came off like I felt that way.
ALEJANDRA: Hey, don't say "sorry", I don't want it to be about that. In the end, you're family, and you worked really hard for this. You deserve to do what makes you happy.
ALEJANDRA: Despite our differences, or what you think of me - I don't know - I just want you to remember this place and feel happy, and proud too. Just remember that I'll miss you, mama y papa will miss you, and you friends will miss you ...
Friends?
LIBERA: ... It's fine, Ale, don't even worry about it.
I can't think of anything.
It's defeaning.
I can't even tell where we are now.
I'm nowhere.
ALEJANDRA: Hmm ...
ALEJANDRA: Hey, do you remember that one time we went to Anthony to that huge fireworks warehouse? We bought an entire arsenal of rockets for a couple of nickels.
ALEJANDRA: And then we set them all off in one evening. It was beautiful. A whole crate of rockets just gone.
LIBERA: Oh yeah, and Don Gutiérrez was so mad ...
LIBERA: He wouldn't stop calling us "The Rocket Twins" for the last three years.
ALEJANDRA: I don't even think he realizes we aren't twins. Did you know that the last time I came by for New Years, he asked me if we'd be in charge of pyrotechnics?
LIBERA: Bah ha ha ha! You really mean it?
ALEJANDRA: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!