A sunny street in Tempe, Arizona. USC COACH LANE KIFFIN and blue chip recruit Jaime Gonzalez walk after an afternoon practice.
Kiffin: Thanks for meeting with me right after practice.
Gonzalez: I'm walking home. You're walking with me. I don't know if that counts, Coach Kiffin.
Kiffin: I know you're committed to Arizona.
Gonzalez: Yup. Been committed for over a year, coach.
Kiffin: I know they say they care about you. But did they offer you when you were in sixth grade?
Gonzalez: No, coach. No one offers sixth graders football scholarships.
Gonzalez: I really just want to get home and shower, coach. I appreciate it, but--
Kiffin: I just wanted you to meet someone very special to me, Jaime, before you decided completely on going to school in this state.
Gonzalez: There's usually not a tortilla stand on this corner...
Edwina Orgeronez: HOLA SENOR LANE-AH. WOULDYOULIKEAH DATORTIL-LAH?
Lane Kiffin: Of course, Edwina.
Gonzalez: Seriously, there's never a tortilla stand on this corner. Also, isn't that coach Orgeron in bad pancake makeup dressed as a fat Mexican woman?
Kiffin: I used to live here, Jaime. Phoenix was a special place to me, and no part of it was more special than walking from...um...what's your high school again?
Gonzalez: We're in Tempe, coach. He's got the propane burner way, way too close to the gas there, by the way.
Kiffin: She, Jaime. She's a woman and she'll be addressed as such.
Edwina: PORFAVORCANNAH GETTYAH AHTORTIL-LAH AHHEARD DAWILDKATS AHGONNA SWITCHAH TODAH WISHBONEOFFENSENEXTYEAH AH AY YAI YAI YAI CANTAHNOYOR-AYS.
Kiffin: Anyway, Tia Edwina was like a second mother to me, and I worry about her every day now. You see, she's what you call an illegal alien, like my wife Layla was before I boned her and made her an American citizen with my dick.
Jaime: Seriously, you don't have to do this...
Four men who look suspiciously like football players in shirts that say "POLICE" jump from a car that pulls up to the curb. They kick over the tortilla stand and begin beating Tia Edwina.
EDWINA: AIYUHYUH ES LA POLICE-EEE-YAHH! AHMMAJUSTATORTILLAWOMAN.
Jaime: I've got ten dollars on Ed--um, "Tia Edwina"--taking them all, coach.
Kiffin: Do you want to live in a state where this could happen, Jaime? Or are you going to come to USC where we accept everyone as long as they're willing to work, Jaime? CAN YOU LIVE IN A POLICE STATE LIKE THIS?
Jaime: I won't tell anyone about this. You know my family's been here legally for four generations, right?
Kiffin: We're talking about my family, Jaime. Tia Edwina is like a mother to me. In a way, she's a mother to us all.
EDWINA: AI-YAY IFFAHCOULDONLYBEINNA CALIFORNEEYA WHEREAHOLDLADEE CANNASELLAH TORTILL-LAHH WIFFAOUTTADA POLEEECEAH BEATTINHERUP ANNAHEARDAHCOACHES ATTAARIZONA LIKEAH TAKEAH PICTURESOFFA MENNINNASHOWERS ANNAPUTTEM ONNAINTERNET.
Jaime: I think that propane tank is going to explode. Might want to tell Tia Edwina there.
Kiffin: We're not afraid of a little fire at USC, Jaime. Or of being explosive. That's why we like you.
Jaime: I'll be behind that wall over there if you need me.
EDWINA: LANE-AH DISSABRASSIERE ISSA CHAFINMAHPECTORALZ---
The propane tank explodes.