Coco (I) (2017)
Anthony Gonzalez: Miguel
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Quotes
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Ernesto de la Cruz : [to Mamá Imelda] Don't I know you?
Mamá Imelda : [Smacks Ernesto with her shoe] That's for murdering the love of my life!
Ernesto de la Cruz : [Confused] Who the...?
Héctor : She's talking about me!
[to Imelda, touched]
Héctor : I'm the love of your life?
Mamá Imelda : I don't know, I'm still angry at you!
Ernesto de la Cruz : Hector? How did you...
[Imelda smacks him with her shoe again]
Mamá Imelda : And *that's* for trying to murder my grandson!
Ernesto de la Cruz : Grandson?
Miguel : She's talking about me!
Ernesto de la Cruz : You! Wait. You're related to Hector?
Miguel : [pointing at De la Cruz's breast pocket] The photo!
[the rest of the family appears from around the corner; De la Cruz runs]
Mamá Imelda : After him!
Ernesto de la Cruz : Security!
Héctor : You said love of your life?
Mamá Imelda : I don't know *what* I said!
Miguel : [cheekily] That's what *I* heard...
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Miguel : [after watching Chicharrón disappear] Wait... what happened?
Héctor : [sadly] He's been forgotten. When there's no one left in the living world who remembers you, you disappear from this world. We call it the Final Death.
Miguel : Where did he go?
Héctor : No one knows.
Miguel : But I've met him! I could remember him when I go back.
Héctor : No. It doesn't work like that, chamaco. Our memories, they have to be passed down by those who knew us in life - in the stories they tell about us. But there's no one left alive to pass down Cheech's stories.
[shrugs]
Héctor : Hey, it happens to everyone eventually.
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Mamá Imelda : Mijo, I was so worried.
[Hugs Miguel, then looks to Héctor resentfully]
Mamá Imelda : And you, how many times must I turn you away?
Héctor : Imelda...
Mamá Imelda : I want nothing to do with you! Not in life, not in death! I spent decades protecting my family from *your* mistakes. He spends five minutes with you, and I have to fish him out of a sinkhole!
Miguel : I wasn't in there because of Héctor. He was in there because of me. He was just trying to get me home! I didn't want to listen, but he was right! Nothing is more important than family. I'm ready to accept your blessing. And your conditions. But first, I need to find de la Cruz. To get Héctor's photo!
Mamá Imelda : What?
Miguel : So, he can see Coco again. Héctor should be on our ofrenda. He's part of our family.
Mamá Imelda : He *left* this family!
Miguel : He tried to go home to you and Coco. But de la Cruz murdered him!
[Imelda looks from Miguel to Héctor in surprise]
Héctor : [sorrowfully] It's true, Imelda.
Miguel : [after a pause] And so what if it's true? You leave me alone with a child to raise, and I'm just supposed to forgive you?
Héctor : Imelda, I...
[Suddenly shudders and collapses to his knees, Imelda gasps]
Héctor : I'm running out of time. It's Coco.
Mamá Imelda : She's forgetting you.
Miguel : You don't have to forgive him. But we shouldn't forget him!
Mamá Imelda : I wanted to forget you. I wanted Coco to forget you, too, but...
Héctor : This is my fault, not yours. I'm sorry, Imelda.
Mamá Imelda : Miguel, if we help you get his photo, you will return home? No more music?
Miguel : Family comes first.
Mamá Imelda : [to Héctor] I... I can't forgive you. But I *will* help you. So, how do we get to de la Cruz?
Miguel : I... might know a way.
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[Mamá Imelda has just taken Héctor's protrait from De La Cruz and is about to give Miguel her blessing to send him back home]
Mamá Imelda : Miguel, I give you my blessing. To go home... to put up our photos... and, to never...
Miguel : [resigned] ... never play music again.
[Mamá Imelda looks at Héctor and smiles]
Mamá Imelda : ...And to NEVER forget how much your family loves you.
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Frida Kahlo : [explaining her new performance piece to Miguel] Darkness - and from the darkness... a giant papaya! 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!
[pause]
Frida Kahlo : Is it too obvious?
Miguel : [unsure] I think it's... just the right amount of obvious?
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Miguel : [to Mamá Coco, pointing at each of his cheeks] I have a dimple on this side, but not on this side. Dimple. No dimple. Dimple. No dimple.
Abuelita : Miguel, eat your food! Oh, you're a twig, Mijo! Here, have some more!
[starts piling tamales on his plate]
Miguel : No, gracias.
Abuelita : [sternly] I *asked* if you would like more *tamales*?
Miguel : ...Si?
Abuelita : [cheerfully] That's what I thought you said!
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Mamá Imelda : [seeing Miguel in the Land of the Dead; surprised] Miguel?
Miguel : [smiling nervously] Mamá Imelda...
Mamá Imelda : [puts her hands on her hips] WHAT is going on?
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Héctor : [Ernesto takes Miguel at the edge of the stadium] Ernesto, STOP!
[shudders and collapses to the floor]
Héctor : Leave the boy alone.
Ernesto de la Cruz : I've worked too hard, Hector. Too hard to let him destroy everything.
Héctor : [pleading] He's a living child, Ernesto!
[the other Riveras turn the camera on Ernesto so the audience can see]
Ernesto de la Cruz : He's a THREAT!
[the audience gasps]
Ernesto de la Cruz : You think I'd let him go back to the land of the living with your photo? To keep your memory alive? No!
Miguel : You're a coward!
Ernesto de la Cruz : I am Ernesto de la Cruz, the greatest musician of all time!
Miguel : Héctor's the REAL musician, you're just the guy who murdered him and stole his songs!
[the audience gasps]
Guy in audience : Murdered?
Ernesto de la Cruz : [grabs Miguel by the shirt collar] I am the one who is willing to do what it takes to seize my moment. Whatever it takes.
[Throws Miguel off the stadium]
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Ernesto de la Cruz : [after Héctor is taken away by security for attacking Ernesto after learning the truth about his death] I apologize, where were we?
Miguel : You were going to give me your blessing.
Ernesto de la Cruz : Yes, uh, si. Miguel, my reputation it is, ah, very important to me. I would hate to have you think...
Miguel : That you murdered Héctor, for his songs?
Ernesto de la Cruz : Ha ha. You don't think that, do you?
Miguel : I... no. Everyone knows you're, the... the good guy.
Ernesto de la Cruz : [Ernesto looks at Héctor's photo, and then puts it in his pocket]
Miguel : Papa Ernesto, my blessing?
Ernesto de la Cruz : [Ernesto looks at Miguel's marigold petal, and then crushes it into powder] Security, take care of Miguel. He'll be... extending his stay.
Miguel : [as he is taken away by security] WHAT? BUT I'M YOUR FAMILY!
Ernesto de la Cruz : And Héctor was my best friend. Success doesn't come for free, Miguel. You have to be willing to, do whatever it takes to... seize your moment. I know you understand.
Miguel : No, NO!
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Miguel : This isn't a dream, then - you're all really out there!
Tía Victoria : You thought we weren't?
Miguel : I don't know - I thought it might have been one of those made-up things grown-ups tell kids, like... vitamins!
Tía Victoria : Miguel, vitamins are a real thing.
Miguel : Well, now I'm thinking maybe they could be.
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Miguel : Wait, are those...? Alebrijes! But, those are...
Tío Oscar : *Real* Alebrijes. Spirit creatures.
Tía Rosita : They guide souls on their journey.
Tío Felipe : Watch your step - they make 'caquitas' everywhere.
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[Miguel slips through a barred gate as Imelda tries to catch him]
Mamá Imelda : I am trying to save your life!
Miguel : You're *ruining* my life!
Mamá Imelda : [shocked] What?
Miguel : Music's the only thing that makes me happy! And you want to take that away! You'll never understand!
Mamá Imelda : [sings] Ay, de mí, llorona, llorona de azul celeste. Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona, no dejaré de quererte...
Miguel : [turning back] I thought you hated music.
Mamá Imelda : [smiling] 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, there was something 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.
Miguel : But, I don't want to... pick sides! Why can't you be on *my* side? That's what families are supposed to do! Support you!
[pause]
Miguel : But you never will.
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Mamá Imelda : [the Rivera family spots Mamá Imelda at the desk of a Family Reunion agent] I demand to speak to the person in charge.
Departures Agent : Sorry, señora it says here no one put up your photo.
Mamá Imelda : My family always, ALWAYS puts my photo on the ofrenda! That devil box tells you nothing but lies!
[pulls off her shoe and beats the computer with it]
Papá Julio : [Approaches with fear] Mamá Imelda?
Mamá Imelda : Oh, mi familia! They wouldn't let me cross the bridge.
[Puts her shoe back on]
Mamá Imelda : Tell this woman and her devil box that my photo *is* on the ofrenda!
Papá Julio : Well, we-we never made it made it to the ofrenda.
Mamá Imelda : What?
Papá Julio : We ran into a, a...
[the family parts to reveal Miguel]
Mamá Imelda : [Gasp] Miguel?
Miguel : [Gives a hesitant wave] Mamá Imelda...
Mamá Imelda : [suspiciously] *What* is going on?
Clerk : [Office door opens] You the Rivera family?
[States matter-of-factly]
Clerk : Well, you're cursed.
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Miguel : [as Abuelita bangs on the locked door] Mama Coco? Can you hear me? It's Miguel! I, I saw your Papa! Remember? Papa? Please, if you forget him, he'll be gone, forever!
[picking up Hector's guitar]
Miguel : Here, this was his guitar, right? He used to play it to you?
[showing her the photo with Hector's face missing]
Miguel : See? There he is! Papa! Remember? Papa? Mama Coco, *please*, don't forget him!
[Coco just stares blankly; Miguel gets up sadly as the door unlocks and his family bursts in]
Abuelita : [outraged at Miguel] What are you *doing* to that poor woman? It's okay, Mamita...
Papá : [angrily] What's gotten into you?
[seeing Miguel crying, he hugs him relieved]
Papá : I thought I lost you Miguel.
Miguel : I'm sorry Papa.
Mamá : [also hugging Miguel] We're all together now. That's what matters.
Miguel : [miserably] Not all of us.
Abuelita : [reassuring her mother] It's okay, Mamita.
[turning to Miguel, suddenly becoming very angry with him]
Abuelita : Miguel, you apologize to your Mama Coco!
Miguel : [wiping his eyes as Abuelita angrily stares at Miguel] Mama Coco...
[his foot nudges the guitar, he pauses, looking at it]
Abuelita : [becomes more aggressive] Well? *Apologize!*
Miguel : Mama Coco? Your Papa? H-he wanted you to have this.
[he picks up the guitar and begins to play; Abuelita gasps at this and moves to take the guitar away from him but Enrique lays a hand on her shoulder]
Papá : Máma, wait.
Miguel : [singing] Remember me... though I have to say goodbye, remember me... don't let it make you cry...
[Coco's hand twitches]
Mamá : [surprised] Look!
Miguel : [continuing to sing as Coco becomes more alert] 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...
[Coco sings]
Miguel , Mamá Coco : Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar.
[Abuelita tears up realizing how wrong she was for hating music]
Miguel , Mamá Coco : Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be... Until you're in my arms again, remember... me...
[Coco smiles at Miguel, then notices Abuelita crying]
Mamá Coco : Elena? What's wrong, Mija?
Abuelita : [happily, through her tears] Nothing, Mama. Nothing at all.
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Miguel : [sings] Remember me, though I have to say goodbye / Remember me, don't let it make you cry /
[Mama Coco's hand starts moving]
Mamá : Look.
Miguel : 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 /
Miguel , Mamá Coco : Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar
[Abuleta seeing this realizes how wrong she was for hating music and tears of joy start pouring out of her eyes]
Miguel , Mamá Coco : / Know that I'm with you, the only way that I can be / Until you're in my arms again, remember me...
[smiles at Miguel and notices her daughter crying]
Mamá Coco : [Sees Elena crying happy tears] Elena? What's wrong mija?
Abuelita : [weeping with joy] Nothing mama,
[sniffles]
Abuelita : nothing at all.
