El cantante (2006)
Puchi: What's the first thing you're gonna do?
Hector Lavoe: What?
Puchi: When you're famous, silly.
Hector Lavoe: Why are you so sure that I'm gonna be famous?
Puchi: Because I know these things, that's why.
Puchi: It was good. It was bad. It was beautiful.
Puchi: Hector never knew how much people loved him. And that's the thing. It's like he didn't want to know.
Priscilla: [referring to Puerto Rico] Where were you raised on the island?
Puchi: Oh, um, no. THIS island.
Puchi: Right here. I don't even remember what a palm tree looks like.
Hector Lavoe: It doesn't matter where she was raised, cause she got me now. Palm trees, beaches, pork hash, in person. It's like Berlitz dining.
Puchi: Maybe, uh, one day I'll get back to Puerto Rico. I get there.
Hector Lavoe: What did I say? You're there. Next, you meet my father. He thinks he owns the island.
Priscilla: We're from Ponce. All of our family still lives there. Hector and I are the only ones here. The only ones left. So, how long have you guys known each other?
Puchi: Oh, days.
Hector Lavoe: But it's destiny.
[Smiles at Puchi]
Priscilla: [In Spanish] And your family? They live here?
Priscilla: Oh, I forgot. You don't speak Spanish.
Puchi: No, I do. I do speak...
Priscilla: Well, what does your family do?
Puchi: [In an irriatated tone] Sell dope. Yeah. Why, are you with the FBI or something? Because we should get that out of the way right now. What are you...? You know what, Hector? I came here to eat, not to be grilled.
Priest: Do you, Hector...
Puchi: He does. Hector, say I do.
Hector Lavoe: [groggily] I do.
Puchi: I do.
[looks around menancingly]
Puchi: Anybody object?
Puchi: Hector always knew he was gonna make it. It was like he was prepared for it.
Hector Lavoe: [after being hospitalized] I can't sing the same. I can't smile the same.
Puchi: What ever happened to your brother?
Hector Lavoe: He died when he got here. He was supposed to take care of me.
Puchi: Well, I guess we'll just have to take care of each other, okay?
Puchi: You know we haven't been straight for three hours a day, for what, 20 years? Not since we met. And we just go on with life like this. I love you, you know, but it's impossible, Puchi.
Puchi: Impossible? Impossible? Oh, I get it. Now that our son is dead, it all comes clear to you? I'm this horrible bitch and you're a great guy? And maybe the best thing to do is make it official now? Is that what you're saying Hector? All of a sudden a fucking light bulb went off in your head and now you're realizing you and me ain't good together? That's what you're fucking saying to me, Hector? So we're just gonna just break things up to fix it up? That's your fucking genius idea? Fix WHAT up? NOW? You f... you fucking selfish bastard.
[walks towards the door, then turns and faces Hector]
Puchi: You can NEVER leave me.
Puchi: I mean, he was musicaI even when he was insulting someone.
Puchi's Brother: Don't fuck with her unless you're gonna fuck with her.
Willie Colon: It feels good to be a Nuyorican holding up a trombone instead of a tray or a hoteI elevator.
Puchi: It was like the bigger Hector got, the more he grew as an artist, it was like the deeper he sank as a person, as a human being, you know what I mean?
Puchi: It's not that- it's not that you were always late. It's that he was always too early.
Hector Lavoe: I started singing when my mother died. I was 5 years old. My father believed that my pain was my voice.
Hector Lavoe: You ever seen a coqui sing? You've never seen one because you can't see them. They're there. You can hear them, but you can't see them. And they only sing one song. And it's two notes- Just like that, all their life, their whole life. They're born to do that. And they live everywhere in Puerto Rico. And they can't survive anywhere else in the world.