I did not have the opportunity to travel from Denmark to East Los Angeles, California to meet subjects of interest nor would it ever have been possible to enter as a female into San Quentin State Prison to attempt to interview specifically Chicano prisoners whom would have been residents of the prison during the time which the movie takes place, namely that of 1972-1982. Shut up and get against the car! Um, he's got a birthday coming up. The only way into La Onda is to take down one of our enemies. All right, all the rest of you hungry bunnies, get 'em while we got 'em. I like the country, ese! That's why I put you in the library.
The thoracic vertebrae in his back is broken. This pig is the only thing standing between you and them. Take it to y, our houses. Get out, all of you! Now are you with me? I'm talking about copping a hundred grand. If he gets an abdominal infection, he might be in for a prolonged stay.
Can I get an extra dessert tomorrow? It is during this period that we first meet the main character in the film that I will be using as my basis. It presented a variety of topics that one could go in depth with such as cultural conflicts, intercultural communication challenges, social developmental and adjustment issues of youths, anthropological aspects, history of the Chicano population in Southern California, linguistics, as well as niche topics such as the history and formation of the Mexican Mafia, depiction of the California penal system, culture and racial clashes in prisons, or rather in San Quentin, and identity construction. The Lord is my shepherd. Thought you was comin' back, eh? What the fuck are you doing in here? Larry, pettiness is an ugly thing. I'm gonna catch you on the fuckin' rebound, punk! I have tried to be like you! Yeah, Rico and Luis split after a month, man. But to me you're always gonna be my little chavalito, huh? The day they lowered my little brother into the ground. Chale, you wouldn't have shit, milkweed.
Carlos is recruiting lots of soldiers and buying influence. This dark and aggrieved feeling, which comes up, was Adan´s motivation to build the apparition around the death of Juanito; greedy monsters, demons, an evil spirit, appended by bloodthirsty wolves, hands that are holding entrails, a city that descends into chaos, with crashed cars, thunder and lightning. Lupe, you may be my sister, but I'm tired of taking care of you! This is who I am. Hey, no, I got that, Howie. I'm gonna paint you like an Aztec princess. White sign over the door. You do your homework, jailhouse lawyer.
We've come all this way. You fuck with my familia, eh, you gotta answer to me here and now. My professor in a sense led me toward the topic through the method of elimination. You ever seen an old drug dealer, Miklo? The rules I never got straight, but I know the ranks go 1 to 5? Three more California prison inmates have been killed in gang violence. You painted it about 20 times. I'm just telling you, ese.
Anyone who can accommodate that appetite. I killed a Tres Puntos 'cause he was gonna take out my partner. Oy, e, narco, you like busting dope dealers? I just want to get out of here. I wanna know who did it. Oh, culero, see how you are, ese? They ain't famous no more, ese. I lost my fucking leg, my family back home. Miklo, to take the example of our main character, positions himself differently depending on whom he socializes with.
Damn, ese, they're not that good, homes. We don't have a lot of time. I had to look elsewhere to find someone who had done what I wanted to do, namely get the points of view of Chicano prisoners unfiltered and unbiased. Somebody in here gets 25 years, or you're all dead, so take your pick. I got what you need.
Hey, how about a little wager on this weekend's game? Something to tide us over till lunch. No, I just like business before pleasure. I don't even know her. Got a once-a-year special on pork chops! Most Bloods don't live as they should. What the fuck is he doin', ese? Miklo, tell those wetbacks to step on it, or they ain't gonna get paid. Not bad for a loco from the barrio, eh? Oy, e, pendejo, this is my lunch hour.