"You're Mexican?! You don't look Mexican?" "What's Mexican supposed to look like?" "Oh, you know... Sombrero, a curly twirly mustache, maybe like holding a taco!" "I am eating a taco."
"No, like a real taco. One that is like made in Mexico, with like Mexican beans, and Mexican ladies. You know what I mean." "No, I don't."
"What's it like? Did you have a quinceanera thingy? Do you speak Spanish?" "No and no." "What?! Then you like aren't a real Mexican. All Mexicans can habla Espanol."
"Oh, you know what. I forgot. I know what it is." "What?" "I'm not just Mexican, I'm German too." "That makes like total sense. No wonder you can't speak Spanish. But wait, like were your family Nazis?"