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(STRUMS GUITAR) - (GASPS) - Mama, wait! ♪ Remember me ♪ Though I have to say goodbye ♪ Remember me ♪ Don't let it make you cry ♪ For even if I'm far away ♪ I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you ♪ Each night we are apart ♪ Remember me ♪ Though I have to travel far BOTH: ♪ Remember me ♪ Each time you hear a sad guitar ♪ Know that I'm with you The only way that I can be ♪ Until you're in my arms again ♪ Remember me ♪
Coco
20.4s
This isn't a dream then. You're all really out there. - You thought we weren't? - Well, I don't know. I thought it might've been one of those made up things that adults tell kids. Like vitamins. Miguel, vitamins are a real thing. Well, now I'm thinking maybe they could be. - (GASPS) - Mija, it's not nice to stare at... Ay! Santa Maria! (WHOOSHING)
Coco
37s
(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
24.1s
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
54.7s
- (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