(FIREWORKS EXPLODING) Great-great-grandfather, what am I supposed to do?
Coco
7.5s
I have to sing. I have to play! The music, it's not just in me, it is me.
Coco
1.5s
(GLASS SHATTERS)
Coco
2s
I woke up dead.
Coco
2.8s
- Good luck, muchacho. - Gracias, Frida.
Coco
10.9s
I had to have faith in my dream. No one was going to hand it to me. It was up to me to reach for that dream. Grab it tight and make it come true. MIGUEL: ...and make it come true.
Coco
5.9s
She rolled up her sleeves and she learned to make shoes. (HAMMERING)
Coco
2.4s
Mariachi Plaza, here I come.
Coco
13.6s
The same path he did. He's family. Listen to your Mama Imelda. She's just looking out for you. Be reasonable. Con permiso, I need to visit the restroom. Be right back.
Coco
10.6s
(STRUMMING) You want to end up like that man? Forgotten? Left off your family's ofrenda? I don't care if I'm on some stupid ofrenda. (ALL GASP)
Coco
6.4s
(WHOOPING WEAKLY) Oh, come on, kid.
Coco
2s
(GRUNTING)
Coco
1.7s
You look good.
Coco
2s
- (PANTING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Coco
55.7s
Dancers emerge from the papaya, and the dancers are all me. And they go to drink from the milk of their mother, who is a cactus. But who is also me. And her milk is not milk but tears. Is it too obvious? I think it's just the right amount of obvious? It could use some music. Oh, what if you did like... - (SINGS TUNE) - (SNAPS FINGERS) (ALL PLAYING TUNE) Oh! And then it could go... (SINGING TUNE) (PLAYING TUNE) And what if everything was on fire? - (GASPS) - Yes! Fire! Everywhere! Inspired! You have the spirit of an artist. (BAND PLAYING) The dancers exit. The music fades, the lights go out. And Ernesto de la Cruz rises to the stage! (GASPS)
