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Lawyer: Your honor, I would like to call my first witness
Pablo Diablo.
to the stand. All the way from East L.A., your honor,
Pablo: Hey! Guantana mira. Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
bungalows of Spain, all night in the park.
(Singing) Guantanamara!
Eh, you would hear your music. It would be on the eighth
floor, but the pongos they reach up there, man!
Lawyer: Thank you, Pablo, for nothing. Jesus Christ,
what a moron. No further questions, your honor
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