“What do you mean, you people?”
“Why, you and Mr. Papadakis. You and Nick. That one I had for lunch, it was a peach.”
“Oh.”
“You got a cloth? That I can hold on to this thing with?”
“That’s not what you meant.”
“Sure it is.”
“You think I’m Mex.”
“Nothing like it.”
“Yes, you do. You’re not the first one. Well, get this. I’m just as white as you are, see? I may have dark hair and look a little that way, but I’m just as white as you are. You want to get along good around here, you won’t forget that.”
“Why, you don’t look Mex.”