Willy: God. How'd I get myself into this? I can't take care of you.
Sayra: I didn't ask you to.
Willy: For the love of God, sayra. Don't you get it? I'm a dead man.
Sayra: Don't worry, Willy...everything will be okay.
Willy: You fucked up. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.
Willy: Are you scared?
Sayra: No, As long as I'm with you, I'm fine.
Willy: No, you're not okay because you're with me.
Sayra: I don't care. I trust you
Willy: They killed the girl I loved and I couldn't do anything for her. Still trust me, Sayra?
Sayra: We both know loss.
Willy: As I know is...I fucked up my life already, and now I'm afraid I fucked up your life, too.
Willy: When we cross, promise me something.
Sayra: What?
Willy: No matter what happens. you'll find your family in New Jersey. You've got little sisters that don't have a father now.
Sayra: I'd just be a burden to them. Like I am for everyone else.
Willy: Not to me. Besides you could help them. Work or something.
Sayra: You'd be with me?
Willy: Of course.