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(GROANS) Ernesto, stop! Leave the boy alone. I've worked too hard, Hector. Too hard to let him destroy everything. HECTOR: He's a living child, Ernesto. He's a threat! (ECHOES) You think I'd let him go back to the Land of the Living with your photo? To keep your memory alive? No. - You're a coward! - I am Ernesto de la Cruz. The greatest musician of all time! Hector's the real musician. You're just the guy who murdered him - and stole his songs! - (ALL GASP) Murdered? I am the one who's willing to do what it takes to seize my moment. Whatever it takes.
Coco
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DE LA CRUZ: All of this came from my amazing fans in the Land of the Living. They leave me more offerings than I know what to do with! Hey, what's wrong? Is it too much? You look overwhelmed. - No! It's all great! - But? It's just... (SIGHS) I have been looking up to you my whole life. You're the guy who actually did it!
Coco
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- (GASPS) Miguel? - Mama Imelda. What is going on? You the Rivera family? (COMPUTER EXPLODES) Well, you're cursed. - (ALL GASP) - What? Dia de los Muertos is the night to give to the dead. You stole from the dead! But I wasn't stealing the guitar. Guitar? It was my great-great-grandfather's. He would have wanted me to have it. Ah, ah, ah. We do not speak of that musician. He is dead to this family. MIGUEL: Uh, you're all dead. (SNEEZES) I am sorry. Whose alebrije is that? That's just Dante. He sure doesn't look like an alebrije. He just looks like a plain old dog. Or a sausage someone dropped in a barbershop. Whatever he is, I am (SNEEZES) terribly allergic. But Dante doesn't have any hair. And I don't have a nose, and yet, here we are. (SNEEZES) But none of this explains why I couldn't cross over. Oh! (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Coco