A Latin lover (played by yummy Eduardo Verastequi) can't seem to keep track of all the girls he's dating. There's Cici (Sofia Vergara), a flamboyant dancer from Miami who makes a passionate partner in more ways than one; there's Lorena (Roselyn Sanchez), an intellectual, do-gooder lawyer from Chicago who appeals to his mind; and then there's Patricia (Jaci Velasquez), a whiney princess from New York whose poor-little-rich-girl act inspires Papi's rebellious side. As expected, the women eventually find out about one another, via a contrived plot device that doesn't bear mentioning except to say that it leaves Papi in a tranquilizer-induced sleep that lasts for much of the film. In his waking moments, he claims to be in love with each girl for a different reason, an explanation with dubious implications: Does it take all three types to make one man happy? The women require no explanation at all; they're satisfied by their understanding that he three-timed them because "he's a man"--enough said--so the trio are content to bide their time until he can wake up and pick one of them to be his true love. While they're waiting, they mistake a sexy FBI agent (Carmen Rivera) for another of Papi's conquests--not a difficult mistake to make, since she wears hot leather pants, sports large, fluffy hair and oozes a tough sensuality that--needless to say--Papi finds extremely appealing when he finally meets her. (Remember: He's a man; he can't help himself.). Liking the odds better with just the three of them, the women flee, taking the comatose Papi on a wild ride through the streets of L.A., and inadvertently become involved in a shady counterfeit ring.