Fortune teller
Hispanic guy
(They are sitting across from each other)
Madame Zeko: Goodevening Paco; how may i help you?
Guy: Um my name is not Paco. It's Frank.
Madame Zeko: Whatever hombre. Don't let me put a curse on you.
Guy: Oh sorry.
Madame Zeko: Or i'll just send you back.
Guy: (looks confused) Back where?
Madame Zeko: (sarcastically) Australia! really? where else would they send you back to? Mehico! damn
Guy: (looks pissed) oh ok.
Madame Zeko: All jokes aside...let me tap into your tequila hazed brain. Close your eyes papi.
Guy: its—
Madame Zeko: Shh Shhh
Guy: My bad. I was trying to—
Madame Zeko: (yells at him) Shut up!
She takes his hands in hers. He closes his eyes
Madame Zeko starts moaning and rubbing his hand.
Madame Zeko: Mmmm Hmmmm Mmm.
Guy: Umm is this part of the routine?
Madame Zeko: Nah Im jus practicing for my husband tonight.
Guy: (says awkwardly) i dont think i want to know.
Madame Zeko: Shhh Shhh its coming!
Guy: What do you see?
Madame Zeko: I see... Oh yes I see...I see a truck with a person in it. A red truck and it says welcome.
(the guy opens his eyes and sees Madame Zeko just staring at him.)
Guy: You just described the picture on my shirt.
Madame Zeko: Oh...Maybe I should close my eyes next time.
Guy: Yeah you should.
Madame Zeko: Lets start over. Lets close our eyes. (they do) Hmmm...I dont see anything.
Guy: Is that bad? Why not?
Madame Zeko: Well the first obvious reason is my eyes are closed. And the second one is you're probably going to be dead Scisco.
Guy: What? (looks devastated)
Madame Zeko: Im sorry paco but it is what it is. You can see your way out and pay when you get to the front. Adios hombre.
Guy: But...but how can i stop that?
Madame Zeko: Cut down on the guacamole.
Guy: What?
Madame Zeko: Thats what i saw.
Guy: Are you sure.
Madame Zeko: Positive.
Guy: Thank you. Thank you soo much.
Madame Zeko: Hey thats my job.
Guy: Ill definetly come back. ( he leaves.)
Madame Zeko: Thats if you're not dead by then...
