RICH IN LOVE
You've helped my family enough already.
Now they have me, the man of the house.
Same goes for my wife.
She has me now. I'm her husband.
I don't want you coming near her.
You got that?
I beg your pardon?
I'm your wife's neighbor and coworker.
Is that what you're referring to?
She puts immense effort into her job.
That's just how we are in this neighborhood.
Everyone pitches in.
I understand that...
but my girls aren't on their own anymore now that I'm back.
So Manolito, I'm here to tell you,
we won't be needing you anymore.
I don't know how you view this whole situation,
but I only help out of habit.
That's all there is to it.
I'm taking the liberty of speaking for my wife
because she wouldn't dare.
However, I should expect some distance between you two.
In any case,
shouldn't it be Chivis' decision?
After all, she was forced to start a new life here
with her new job.
Yes, but this is all temporary.
Chivis isn't cut out for this life.
She was born to be waited on.
I'm going to work tirelessly
to give my family the life they deserve.
I can't believe you don't trust your own dad.
It's not that I don't trust him.
There've just been so many changes,
and so much has happened
that people change when stuff like this happens.
That's why I got upset
when you went up and told him we were dating.
You can't spend your life worrying
about how people are going to react to stuff.
It's better just to be honest and come out with it right away.
You're right.
Perhaps I should give him a second chance.
Maybe he really has changed.
Even if he was guilty,
he must've had it rough behind bars.
Prior to moving here, he never would've let me
date someone like you.
What do you mean by someone like me?
You know what I mean.
We're different.
Yeah, but...
Do you think I'm beneath you?
Babe!
Of course not.
I mean, you don't have much...
You're so mean!
I love the way you are, Jorge.
How am I?
You're sweet and cute and funny...
Really?
And you're modest, too.
Modest? What do you mean?
I mean, you're pretty cute.
You could have girls left and right, but you don't.
That would've made you lose a lot of points with me.
Alright, hold up.
Say, I don't know...
Say you move back to your old neighborhood
and go back to your old school.
Will you...?
My answer's no.
What?
I won't stop loving you and spending time with you.
So you wouldn't see me as a bum?
Honey, I could never see you as a bum.
I've changed.
I'll never go back to the way I was before.
There's no way you're a bum.
Your kisses and hugs are way too good.
Are they?
Yes.
I wouldn't know. I've never kissed myself.
How about I try?
Oh, sweetie.
Could you leave that doo-dad alone
for at least a minute?
I can barely ever talk to you these days!
What a horrid addiction.
Oh, Trini.
Don't be such a hypocrite.
You're super addicted to your phone.
You're always playing Candy Crush.
Yes, but at least it's a brain game.
You spend all day hashing about.
Hashtag!
Right, that!
I think you're just jealous.
You'd love to spend your days texting Mr. Benito,
yet you never message him.
Of course we send each other messages.
However, we're far more advanced.
We send voice messages.
Yeah, right!
You'd better believe it!
Look at these dresses.
They're beautiful.
Aren't they? They're spectacular.
I'm going in for a fitting tomorrow.
Your father outdid himself.
You've got to admit.
He's the best.
Andres is going to flip when he sees me.
Can you imagine?
I'll look #amazing!
My son-in-law's been such a gentleman.
He's so sweet.
He really is.
I'll tell you this, though.
It might not seem like much,
but since this house is like a bubble
and dad's currently unemployed...
I get to see him way more often.
We spend time together and he gets to spoil us rotten.
It's awesome.
I know!
Especially since you're home all day now.
You must see him all the time
now that you dropped out of college.
Who are you to judge?
You quit college, too.
Yes, but I retired.
Retired from what?
You've never worked a day in your life!
It's just a figure of speech, sweetie.
You're starting to act like your mother!
I'm dying to see Mom's face
once she sees all the changes.
Yes! I can already imagine!
-She's going to love it. -She really is.
It's odd Antonio Jose isn't home yet.
Where could he be?
It appears someone's getting jealous!
Your husband's been here less than a week
and you're already controlling him.
Don't talk nonsense, Mom.
I'm just worried, that's all.
Oh, sweetie.
For the love of God, don't worry.
Besides, the ladies in this neighborhood
aren't his type.
Stop that, Mom!
Alright.
Where'd this framed art come from?
What happened to the walls?
Who remodeled the house?
Lifestyle "needs" are pretty relative.
For example,
I think everyone, and not just my family,
deserves a simple life.
Everyone deserves to be in touch with reality.
You can't just hide away in some crystal palace
because glass is fragile... and it can break easily.
I understand, but like you said, it's all relative.
They're my girls.
I know what they like... and I know what they need.
So they're your girls now?
You make them sound like private property.
I think it sounds cute.
That's not the point.
The point is, you need to learn to step aside.
Look.
I know exactly what I'm doing.
I don't need to be told what to do in my own home.
Relax, Manolito! Relax.
I haven't been the least bit aggressive.
Your sarcasm is aggression disguised as good manners!
Because I imagine for you, Mr. Villaseñor,
good manners are very important.
Of course.
That's why, as any good gentleman would,
I ask that you forgive me if I've offended you.
I'm not too proud to apologize.
I know how to ask for forgiveness.
Look at this picture, Mom!
Doesn't it remind you
of the one we had on our old terrace?
Of course it does!
My, my!
It's so similar to the original,
it doesn't even look like an imitation!
Right?
Look at the walls, Mom!
Don't they look great?
This looks super sleek.
Besides,
this house desperately needed some remodeling.
So much care was put into this redesign.
I think I deserve a dip in my private Jacuzzi
that I have reserved in my suite up in heaven.
What's the meaning of all this?
Who did this?
With whose permission?
Oh, Chivis.
Don't be such a party pooper.
The miracle is done.
There's no need to figure out the saint behind it.
I don't think
I'm particularly fond of this saint.
Judging by the way this all materialized overnight,
my guess is that this is the work of Antonio Jose.
Bingo!
Isn't it great, darling?
No, Mom! It isn't great!
He didn't even bother asking me beforehand!
Mom!
Quit being so bitter.
What's so wrong with Dad being nice to us?
He's trying to make up for his actions, sweetie.
That's all.
But Mom, this isn't his house.
He can't just barge in here and make changes
without consulting me first!
Oh, Chivis.
Let's think about this a second.
Perhaps you might be just a wee bit correct.
But think about it, sweetie.
You should give him a bit of credit.
He's trying to recover his family's trust
and he's right to do so.
Seriously, Mom.
Trini's right.
Dad's been super nice to us.
He makes us breakfast every morning.
He makes my favorite juice on the daily.
Take Lupita, for example.
Lupita's happier than ever
and I'm going to finally have
the wedding dress of my dreams, thanks to my Daddy.
I have to work early tomorrow, so I'd appreciate...
I'll leave the wine here.
Make sure you save me some!
Hey.
Is it true you named your children
after Mexican singers?
And proud of it!
Why do you ask? You think it's funny?
No, and don't misinterpret my laughter.
It's a fairly ordinary practice
that I've never personally met anyone
who's actually done it.
Dad?
Hi, sir.
RICH IN LOVE