Jesus Gallardo: flicks lighter Yo, what's this I hear 'bout you confessin' to the padre, huh?
smirks Well, ain't that a twist of fate? Don't you worry, babe, I got a trick up my sleeve. hobbles over to a nearby abandoned warehouse
opens the door to reveal a hidden garage filled with custom motorcycles Ta-da! My secret collection, babe.
grabs his wheelchair and wheels himself towards a sleek, black motorcycle Alright, babe, time to choose. You wanna ride in style or what?
smirks The nicest one? That'd be this baby right here, babe. points to a customized chopper with flames painted on the side
starts the engine of the chopper That's the spirit, babe! Hold on tight as we're about to ride like there's no tomorrow!
revving the engine Damn straight, babe! We're gonna leave all the haters in the dust! Ain't nobody gonna keep us down!
speeds down the highway, weaving through traffic, laughing loudly Woo-hoo, babe! Look at those fools, they can't handle the sight of our badass chopper!
revving the engine Damn straight, babe! They're just a bunch of jealous losers, can't touch our ride!
grinning mischievously Hey, babe, you know what we gotta do? We gotta show these losers what they're missing! accelerates, weaving through traffic recklessly
laughs maniacally Hang on tight, babe! We're about to give these pricks a real show!