Not bad for a dead guy! Not so bad yourself, gordito! Eso! (CHEERING CONTINUES)
Coco
1.6s
(DANTE BARKS)
Coco
2.4s
- MIGUEL: Papa Julio? - Hola.
Coco
2.6s
(BRICKS CLATTERING)
Coco
10.9s
Vamonos. PATROLWOMAN: We got a family looking for a living boy. If I want to be a musician, I need a musician's blessing. We got to find my great-great-grandpa. - Hold it, muchacho. - (GASPS)
Coco
5.3s
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Sing! Sing!
Coco
12.8s
Buenas noches, Chicharron! I don't want to see your stupid face, Hector. Come on. It's Dia de Muertos. I brought you a little offering. - Get out of here. - I would, Cheech. But the thing is, me and my friend, Miguel...
Coco
6s
(CLATTERS) Ay, ay, hold still. Look up. A ver, a ver. Look up, up, up.
Coco
12.4s
(DANTE HOWLING) We're looking for a living kid. About twelve? Have you seen a living boy? ♪ Un poqui-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti- ti-ti-ti-to loco ♪
Coco
2.1s
(BARKING)
Coco
1m0s
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) ♪ Y aunque la vida me cueste, Llorona ♪ No dejare de quererte... ♪ I thought you hated music. Oh, I loved it! I remember that feeling... when my husband would play, and I would sing and nothing else mattered. But when we had Coco, suddenly there was something in my life that... mattered more than music. I wanted to put down roots. He wanted to play for the world. We each made a sacrifice to get what we wanted. Now you must make a choice. But I don't want to pick sides! Why can't you be on my side? That's what family's supposed to do. Support you. But you never will.
