No, no, no. I mean, not because you're gay. Your gayness does not define you. Your Mexican-ness is what defines you to me. And I think we should celebrate Oscar's Mexicanity. So Phyllis... I want you to go find firecrackers. And a Chihuahua. Pam, in the frozen food section, Swanson makes a delightful chimichanga.
Why don't you have me riding in on a donkey into the office like Pepe.
Ah, a burro, of course. If Oscar wants a donkey, let's get him one.
Need any help?
Oh, no, thank you. I'm just looking.
