Carla:
Listen. I work in a clinic without resources for the poor everyday... doing what I can to help poor children. And you treat me this way.
Trece:
Fuck, who told you to drive around in a brand new car? You think I can guess who you are?
Carla:
Why is having money a sin? My father's worked hard all his life.
Trece:
That's not the point. I have money too.
Carla:
What is it, then?
Trece:
Don't look at me like that, OK? Don't look at me like that, or I'll lose it. Point is...
Carla:
Yes?
Trece:
When half city is knee-deep in shit, and you're rolling in a expensive car. Shit, how you expect them not to hate you? Huh? Why shouldn't they hate you? Look at your outfit, look at this...
[points at her clothing and jewerling]
Trece:
. Do you know how many families that shit could feed? Huh? One thing is that we're different. Great, I get that. But rubbing your money in people's face is another.
Carla:
But everyone gets robbed here.
Trece:
But not all with the same hatred.
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