I'm Cuban, you dumb fuck.
Mr. Proctor: Okay, look, you know me. I'm good for it. But I can't afford to pay you right now.
Julio: What exactly do you think happens next here?
Mr. Proctor: Guessing some sort of physical pain, right? But here's the thing, I'm a white lawyer in a Wall Street office. And you are a Puerto Rcan drug dealer.
Julio: I'm Cuban, you dumb fuck.