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(Maverick Eduardo Najera meets his new teammates..)

Najera:  ¡Ola!

Howard:  Fuck you call me?

Carroll:  (eyes light up)  Oh! A Mexican!

Najera:  Si. Mexico.

Carroll:  (chortles)  Oh, this is great! Remember when we almost signed that Polish guy?

Howard:  Yeah, you scared him off with your racist jokes.

Carroll:  I’m feeling another jokesplosion coming on, old friend!

Najera:  Please, do not.

Carroll:  (grunting, trying to resist urge, can resist it no longer)  How many Mexicans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Najera:  (sighs)  How many?

Carroll:  One to screw it in and two to hold his tacos!  (chortles)

Howard:  (cackles)

Najera:  ¿Que?

Carroll:  Why did the Mexican cross the road?

Najera:  Why?

Carroll:  Because there was a taco restaurant across the street!  (chortles)

Howard:  (cackles)

Najera:  These jokes make no sense. Wouldn’t a “taco restaurant” just be a Mexican restaurant?

Carroll:  What’s black and white and red all over?

Najera:  A Mexican newspaper?

Carroll:  Aw, shoot.

Howard:  I got one! Why yo momma so fat?

Najera:  I don’t know.

Howard:  Because she can’t stop eatin’ my burrito!

Najera:  Sigh.

Carroll:  …

Najera:  (leaves locker room)

Carroll:  Oh! The burrito’s your penis!  (chortles)