From the streets of Little Armenia…

“When I make the vodka, I see, like this, I do like this.  Like this I would.  Me, I don’t like to make it like that.  Me my husband we go to one store.  Wait.  One like this, and ah.  One.  Eh, that’s a big…”

“She never go, no friend.  California cousin.  She have a brother, sister.  My papa?  All the time when we go there, we take dinner.”

“My bank statement is five hundred dollars.  How’m I gonna pay?  We don’t have money.  Five hundred dollars.