Nachoooooooooo!
Yes it is true—I am Nacho
Aren’t you tired of getting dirt kicked in your face? I am.
Chancho, when you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. It’s for fun.
Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty.
Those eggs were a lie, Steven…A LIE!
And I was wondering if you would like to join me in my quarters this night for some toast?
Chancho, I need to borrow some sweats.
Your skills plus my skills—in the ring---tag team!
I’m not listening to you, you’re crazy!
Do you remember that one time, when everyone was shouting my name, and I used my strength to rip my blouse?
Today, I saw a man in town...people were throwing daisies at him, and giving him goodies, sometimes I would like that kind of respect
(Crunching toast)...mmmm....good toast
But beneath the clothes, we find a man, and beneath the man we find...his...nucleus.
Everything you just say is my favorite thing to do...every day.
I get to wake up every morning, at 5am, and make some soup!
They are just niños, trying to release their wiggles