- Are you the man? - I am the man.
- Can I get me some breakfast? - Name it.
- A real breakfast? - Whatever you say son.
Double OJ and squeeze it fresh.
So?
A stack of wheatcakes with lots of melted butter... maple syrup.
And fry me three, four, five eggs with a mess of sausages
and a mountain of white toast with strawberry marmalade
and... keep the coffee coming.
- No beans? - You got beans?
- The most, señor. - Them too.
You take milk?
- No.
- I said fresh. - I squeezed it myself this morning. What do you want?
OK.
Very nice.
Very nice. Now... melt some cheese over those beans.
- What's the matter you're not in church? - I'm a Baptist.
- What are you doing working for the sisters? - I work for myself.
- How come you're not in church? - I got a business.
- But you're a Catholic. - No! I was born one, but...
- Father Murphy... - What's the matter with him?
- He drinks. - He's a priest.
- He's Irish. - Oh.
Holy, holy, holy, hm?
You pray hard enough and your stomach doesn't feel empty any more.
Praying does not pay the rent and praying does not fill up the gas.
God ain't gonna get behind this counter and sling hash.
Me? I gotta fill my wallet.
- Hey. - What?
- They pay you? - Sure.
I just wondered. I heard they don't have a cent.
Not a cent.
Crazy those sisters trying to farm that land. They aren't mean enough.
That old Mother, she'll do.
Oh-h-h!
Old Gus Ritter - he used to own the place.
He could grow potatoes on bare rock.
He left the place to this religious order back in Germany.
East Germany. The sisters came over the Wall. They tell you about that?
- No. Like in Berlin? - Sí.
Over the Wall, across the ocean, across the country to what? This.
- They can't even talk the language. - I've been straightening them out on that score.
- Yeah? - Sho'nuff!
Hey, listen. You ain't gonna hang around with the sisters?
- Nah. I'm just passing through. - That's right!
The sisters ask you something, you tell them no. You keep right on going, eh?
- You got that pie there? - Sure.
- The whole one. Can I have it? - It's gonna cost you.
Wrap it. I'm a millionaire. From Wall Street.
- My name is Homer Smith. - Juan Aquilito.