She died way before I was born. But my family still tells her story every year on Dia de los Muertos... the Day of the Dead. And her little girl, she's my great-grandmother, Mama Coco.
Coco
2s
(ROARS)
Coco
2.3s
- Hey! - (LAUGHS)
Coco
17.5s
(BREATHING HEAVILY) There. No guitar. No music. (BREATHES SHAKILY) Oh, come. You'll feel better after you eat with your family. I don't want to be in this family! Miguel! Miguel!
Coco
1.7s
Oh.
Coco
5.4s
(VOCALIZING) AUDIENCE: Que bien! Vamonos! Whoo!
Coco
5.5s
Show me what you got, muchacho. (GASPS) I'll be your first audience.
Coco
1.5s
(GASPS)
Coco
1.6s
(SCREAMS)
Coco
6.7s
(SHOUTS) I found that living boy! Oh, whoa, excuse me. Excuse me, folks. Excuse me.
Coco
12s
Soon the party will move across town for my Sunrise Spectacular. (GASPS) Miguel, you must come to the show! You will be my guest of honor! - You mean it? - Of course, my boy.
Coco
8.9s
(SNIFFING) Aqui arriba, eso... Eh, la rayita. Okay. Hey! Ta-da!
Coco
3.2s
Ooh! Ooh! The fireworks have begun!
Coco
4.8s
(GASPING) No, no, no, no, no! No.
Coco
2.2s
(SNIFFING)
Coco
7.8s
(DOOR OPENS) Oh, I could never hate you. If you must go, then I'm sending you off with a toast.
