Presidencies have terms. Kings rule for ever. Long live the Jamonarchy!

Jamal

Jasmine: So should I do dicks or chicks?
Monse: For Prom?
Jasmine: No, for dorms! Should I do single-sex or co-ed dorms?
Monse: Wait, you are seriously asking me this question?
Jasmine: You're right, you're right. Dicks. It's always dicks.
Monse: See, there's my girl!

Lupe: La primera to get into college. I'm so proud of you.
Jasmine: Tia, what's wrong?
Lupe: Beto and his husband are moving to Dallas. He got a huge job.
Jasmine: Oh no, we're all leaving you. I'm so sorry but itll be okay we'll all be back. I promise.
Lupe: Mija Beto's not coming back.
Jasmine: Of course he is, you're his mom.
Lupe: He's not coming back because I'm going with him. I'm going to Dallas.
Jasmine: But who's going to take care of dad?

Jamal: We thought that maybe Oscar sent those notes but it was you, why? Spill it or I'll spill it.
Abuelita: Okay it was me.
Jamal: Why?
Abuelita: I had to. I've known you all since you were little traviesos. I saw you grow up together, love each other, then you stopped talking. So, I thought if I created a mystery you would start talking again.

Abuelita: I'm sorry my note scared you. Am I still your favorite abuelita?
Jamal: Hmm. Yes. Always. And my other two are dead.

Jamal: Do you ever think about who you used to be? Like maybe you veered off a better path by making bad choices?
Charlize: Regrets are for pussies.

Why can't we just have one perfect high school memory where no one is overthinking, or triggered,or humiliated? Where everyone is happy because the night is chill and basic?

Ruby

People are messy. Life is messy. This is messy but it doesn't have to be. We can make it make sense for all of us to come together as a family. Make a blessing of her death. I'd love to do that.

Monse

I don't like the new Jamal. I want the old Jamal back. There's this perversion to the struggle and I miss it. I miss being the underdog.

Jamal

Jamal: I just don't know the point of anything anymore.
Abuelita: That's the point.
Jamal: The mystery? That there is no point?
Abuelita: That you don't know the mystery. It's not about the destination, it's the journey.
Jamal: What if I go on the wrong journey? I need a purpose to help me find the right one that's what I'm missing. My purpose will help me find the right journey which will lead me to the destination.
Abuelita: No, purpose comes after the destination. Your purpose is the point of the journey, not the motivation for it. Purpose can be a mystery your whole life. Sometimes it isn't revealed until you're gone. Like I said. You don't go looking for your purpose. Your purpose finds you. The way you found me. You and your crazy schemes have given me a reason to live. To keep me fighting in the face of death.

Asshole! WIth rims to match!

Jamal

Jamal: So what do we do now?
Cesar: No idea. But we're going to do it together.