Marc Anthony credited as playing...
Hector Lavoe
- 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.
- Priest: Do you, Hector...
- Puchi: He does. Hector, say I do.
- Hector Lavoe: [groggily] I do.
- Priest: Puchi...
- Puchi: I do.
- [looks around menancingly]
- Puchi: Anybody object?
- Hector Lavoe: I started singing when my mother died. I was 5 years old. My father believed that my pain was my voice.
- Priscilla: [referring to Puerto Rico] Where were you raised on the island?
- Puchi: Oh, um, no. THIS island.
- Priscilla: Here?
- 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?
- Puchi: Mm-hmm.
- 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.
- Puchi: Whatever 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, OK?
- 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.