I speak Spanish

MOTHER, DAUGHTER and MAN on a train.

MAN: Are you finished with that paper?
MOTHER: Yes.
MAN: Thank you.

[MAN smiles. DAUGHTER giggles.]

DAUGHTER [in Spanish]: Look, he smiles. He likes you.
MOTHER [in Spanish]: Oh, no, not my type. His hair looks dirty, he needs to shower better.
DAUGHTER [in Spanish]: Hee hee. And look at his beady little eyes! I think he's going bald.
MOTHER [in Spanish]: Is that motor oil I smell? Or is that him?

[MAN squirms; he understands Spanish.]

MOTHER [in Spanish]: I think he's more your type, you should ask for his phone number. He's like that boy you brought home last week.
DAUGHTER: [in Spanish]: Stop it. He was nice, and he didn't have such a gut on him.
MAN: Uh, I can understand Spanish, you know.
MOTHER [in Spanish]: Oh, listen to his whiny voice.
DAUGHTER [in Spanish]: Mom, he says he knows Spanish.
MOTHER [in Spanish]: I know what he said. Are you worried?
DAUGTHER [in Spanish]: No, I just don't want him to speak to us again so I don't have to see his little green teeth anymore.
MAN: I can speak Spanish. I know every word you're saying, please.
MOTHER: Oh, he understands Spanish. I guess we'll have to be a little more discreet if we're to avoid his constant whining.
DAUGHTER: See how his gut bounces up and down when he whines?
MOTHER: Oh, don't look.
MAN: Um, what?
DAUGHTER: Let's steal his wallet!
MOTHER: Oh, yes! But wait, how much money can he have? Look at those rags he's wearing, he's dressed like a drunkard!
MAN: I can understand English too, you know.
MOTHER: Oh, did you realize he understood English?
DAUGHTER: No! I had no idea! If only he had given us some clue--say, speaking the language first?
MOTHER: I'm not sure if such a being is capable of speech, dear. Don't be cruel.
DAUGHTER: Cruel? Me? Let's steal his wallet!
MAN: You're cruel!

Enter BEAR.

MOTHER: Bear! Run!

BEAR growls.