That'll be $4.32.
Oh, uh, I got no cash on me.
Put it on my tab?
Well, since we are friends, no.
Abuelo, guess what time it is.
My watch says 11 but my stomach and my nose say it's taco time.
Ding-ding, we have a winner.
Whoa! I've never seen a red taco.
Rosa's secret birria broth turns them super red and super delicioso.
Can I have a bite?
Well, since we are friends, no.
I'll give you five bucks for the taco.
I thought you had no cash.
Oh, Mama Mia. My taste buds are having a party over here.
I gotta have another. I'll pay double.
[screaming]
Bobby, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
That I should start eating my lunch in the bathroom where it's safe?
We can sell your red tacos in the mercado and make a fortune.
Hey, Abuelo. I heard tacos and money. I'm in.
Carl, get back in the bathtub.
[laughing]
We don't need a fortune, Hector.
Come on, please.
[sighing]
If it's that important to you, we can try, mi amor.
- Carlos! - Rosita, gracias.
Our first customer.
Maybelle, guess what's new? Red tacos.
Get away, papa bear! Mama needs her mangos.
People need to smell the taco goodness.
Ready, aim, taco.
Hey, get your own taco.
No. No.
- There's plenty for both of you. - Stop it!
For $5 each that is.
I did good. Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
[mumbling]
Squawk, order for Hong.
- That's me. - Extra heavy.
[grunting]
These are amazing, Hector.
Is this where you get those red tacos we've been hearing about?
I don't care what it costs.
I need those tacos in my belly right now.
[squawking]
Just got an order for 20 more.
Ah, legit.
Eh, you can do this, Sergio.
Okay, people, two lines.
If you want tacos move to the right.
For mercado items, move to your left.
[grumbling]
Ah, no. What if I want both?
You got this, Sergio.
Uh-oh, you don't got this, Sergio.
[screaming]
[gasping]
You need a new system.
See, with the cart, you can serve customers even faster.
You're right.
I'm gonna entertain the customers as my new alter ego, DJ Taco Tron!
Are we rolling? It's the taco the town!
Umm. Umm. That is good. Deejay Taco Tron, take it away.
When I say, "Rosa", you say, "Tacos". Rosa!
- Tacos! - Rosa!
Tacos!
Ay, I'm so tired.
I was making tacos in my sleep.
Hurry, Abuela. There's a line for tacos down the block.
Already? I haven't even showered.
I got you, Abuela.
Let's go.
Oh.
Bobo vacuum.
Chicos y chicas, I give you the one and only, Rosa!
[beeping]
Lalo, lime me.
[grumbling]
I can't replace Rosa. I belong in the mercado.
Have you told Abuelo how you feel?
No. This whole taco thing was my idea.
And Rosa is finally getting the attention she deserves.
It's just you and me, amigo.
[coughing]
Maybe I'll try to talk to her.
Rosa, this isn't easy for me,
but I... I want things to go back to how they were.
I want you to stop selling tacos.
Oh, Hector.
I know this was my idea, but I'm miserable without my mercado.
I'll do anything to get it back.
I'll take you to a ritzy spa..
- Hector! - a fancy dinner...
- Hector, I-- - an expensive vacation.
Hector, if you'd let me talk,
you'd know I also want things the way they were.
You do?
Yes. I miss spending time with the kids. I miss you.
But since you offered, I will take that ritzy spa,
fancy dinner and expensive vacation.
[laughing]
Mi amorcito, you've got it.