He's eating a burrito. It's gooey. She asks how he can eat those things. He says he likes them. I'd drop hints her aunt runs an exclusive establishment in Monterey. How her aunt is rich and can find him work. Then they wouldn't have to live in hotels and eat burritos. He talks about being unemployed. He says he'd do anything to make her happy. Loud squeaking of bed from ceiling. She rants about the sex. She demands to go to Monterey. Have him leave with some resignation. Have her look out the window but we don't see him. Have him walk back in later wearing tight pink short shorts, and open frilled shirt to reveal his chest and a large sombrero and cowboy boots. He has money stuffed around the belt line. He drops down some money, "Enough for three tanks." She gets all aroused and goes to kiss him. He says "not tonight, I'm a little whore ... I mean, sore." She takes a five, waves it slowly in front of him, then sticks it in his shorts. She leads him by the lapels, pulls him into bed and the light goes out. Giggles. Mexican polka music in the background as springs squeak.
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