Ana, 14, thinks her older brother Luis, 17, is upset because she won't help him buy a car, but it turns out he's got more important worries.

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(Ana follows Luis down a school corridor.)

ANA: Luis? Luis, wait! The bell's gonna ring. I need to tell you something first!

LUIS: What?

ANA: Papi's bringing more money for the banquet hall.

LUIS: The whole quince thing's stupid.

ANA: Stupid?

LUIS: Waste of time.

ANA: Why are you so negative?

LUIS: I'm not.

ANA: Yeah you are! What's going on?

LUIS: Nothing to do with you.

ANA: Are you mad that I didn't use my 4000 for a car?

LUIS: I said it's got nothing to do with you.

ANA: Just wait till we're out there doing our waltz, Luis. You'll have such a great time—

LUIS: Shut up!

ANA: Okay. Fine. We need at least one guy in the family to flake out!

LUIS: Ana—

ANA: Muchas gracias!

(Ana is about to storm away.)

LUIS: I got bigger stuff to deal with, okay?

ANA: Like what?

LUIS: You better sit down.

(The bell rings. Ana slides down to the ground. Luis slides down next to her. He looks in each direction to see if anyone's within earshot.)

I'm in trouble. Miriam's in trouble. Both of us.

ANA: Whatever you did—

LUIS: She's pregnant.

ANA: Pregnant?

LUIS: She just found out.

ANA: Luis...

LUIS: We're totally blown away.

ANA: Pregnant...wow...

LUIS: Sometimes...things just don't happen the way they're supposed to.

ANA: Mom knows?

LUIS: Yeah, I told her. She was...well, you know how she gets.

ANA: Solving the problem already.

LUIS: I can't be your honor escort.

ANA: What?

LUIS: I can't do a job with the word "honor" in it.

ANA: Did Mom say so?

LUIS: We didn't even talk about the quince.

ANA: So don't change the plan.

LUIS: But everything's different. Miriam says she won't even come. She'll be showing by then.

ANA: What about the girls in that special class? They're all showing.

LUIS: O.K. for school. But a quinceañera's about a girl's purity.

ANA: Well...maybe a long time ago in Mexico.

LUIS: How's it gonna look for you, walking into church on my arm when everyone knows Miriam's pregnant?

ANA: Neli's cousin brought her baby.

LUIS: So what about the baby's father? Was he there?

ANA: I don't know.

LUIS: No way I'm gonna put myself in the middle of that kinda scene.

ANA: You gotta be there for me!

LUIS: Me, me, me!

ANA: You got Miriam pregnant! That's pretty me-me-me!

LUIS: Ana...

ANA: I wanted one thing, one day—you changing me into my heels and waltzing—

LUIS: Ana—

ANA: Something happy and normal—

LUIS: Nothing's normal anymore! Me and Miriam are having a baby!

ANA: Okay, but—

(Mr. Rubin enters and stands quietly.)

LUIS: It sucks! I want to sell sports cars in Beverly Hills—not change diapers. I'll turn into one of those dads standing at a bus stop in January with my kid in a blanket.

ANA: Like, no car.

LUIS: No anything. It just sucks! (Whirling around:) Mr. Rubin!