Ling-Ling and Arthur are screaming at a limo driver, in various languages, telling him to go away. This church woman is carrying a Bible and a pocket flask of whiskey, stumbling about the house. I get out a bag of pesos, give them to the limo driver, and he goes away, reluctantly, screaming epithets, still trying to drag Ling-Ling into the limo.
Meanwhile, the answering machine is going off, it's some supermarket executive wildly ranting away in Spanish, saying,
