"No, seriously, I'm dying for a drink."
"Threat-level cottonmouth right now, for reals, y'all."
"You could say it's bone-dry."
"Pardon me, do you have any San Pellegrino?"
"Ah yes, finally, relief is within reach..."
"Can you help me, please? It's like I've got a desert in my mouth."
"All right, I'm feeling a little dizzy, I've got to sit down."
"My insides are so arid, but I must stay on my feet."
"I'm so dehydrated, Enrique. Help a brother out."
Enrique: "You know I got you, Pitbull."
Enrique: "All I have is unfiltered tap water. I hope that's OK, man."