Owner: Cook, where are my cheesesteaks? You damn Chicanos are always working slowly to get more hours.
Cook: Si Senor, with what you pay us we can only work at one pace to feed our families.
Owner: If you didnÆt have so many children you wouldnÆt need so much money. I pay you and the janitor a good wage.
Janitor: How come the good wage is a wage that is far below your wage when you have fewer children to feed?
Owner: Because I am the owner, thatÆs why.
Cook: Ah, so becoming an owner is what we must do to stop you from paying us so poorlyà
Janitor: And treating us so poorlyà
Owner: Complain, complain, always complaining! If you two donÆt stop complaining I will replace you with others. DonÆt you know how many Chicanos come in here looking for work every day.
Cook: They are illegal immigrants and we have papers. You use them against us because you know they cannot protestà
Janitor: And they will work for you for nearly nothing and take abuse.
Owner: You two donÆt know how lucky you are. Most owners would not hire minorities.
Cook: We were born and raised in this country Senor. We are not minorities only Chicanos. You treat us inferiorly because we are different than you.
COwner: YouÆre damn right youÆre different than me. Look at your skin, listen to how you speak! Do I look or sound like that?
Janitor: I would like to tell you how you look and sound Senor, like a jackass with a whip who brays and brays at others all day.
Cook: What would you do if we walked out on you? Who would cook your food in your hot, unventilated kitchen?...
Janitor: Or clean your floors and windows with only newspaper and water because you are too cheap to buy cleaning supplies?
Owner: I have a good mind to fire both of you for insubordination!
Cook: Insubordination, indeed! We are always insubordinate in your mind because we are always inferior in your mind. You think we have no right...