Héctor: [sings] 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 / 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...

[from trailer]

Clerk: [sneezes] I am terribly allergic.

Miguel: But Dante doesn't have any hair.

Clerk: And I don't have a nose, and yet, here we are.

Ernesto de la Cruz: [from trailer] I have to sing. It's not just *in* me... It *is* Me.

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!


Héctor: I am the love of your life?

Mamá Imelda: I don't know, I am still angry at you!

[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 and...

Miguel: [questioningly] ... to forget about music?

[Mamá Imelda looks at Héctor and smiles]

Mamá Imelda: ...And never forget how much your family cares for you.

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!

Héctor: [sorrowfully] It's true, Imelda.

Miguel: 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. She's forgetting you. You don't have to forgive him. But you shouldn't forget him.

Mamá Imelda: [contritely] 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: 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.

Miguel: [to Héctor, after learning that he is his real great great grandfather] A minute ago I thought I was related to a murderer! You're a total upgrade!

[Héctor gives Miguel an annoyed look]

Mamá Imelda: [to Héctor; after Miguel reveals that Héctor didn't abandoned her, but was killed while trying to come back to her and that Ernesto took Héctor's portrait] I will never forgive you...

[suddenly smiles]

Mamá Imelda: But I will help you.

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.


Héctor: Hey, it happens to everyone eventually.

Mamá Imelda: [seeing Miguel in the Land of the Dead; surprised] Miguel?

Miguel: Mamá Imelda?

Mamá Imelda: [puts her hands on her hips; suspiciously to the rest of the Rivera family] WHAT is going on?

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.

[from trailer]

Héctor: What are you doing?

Miguel: I'm walking like a skeleton.

Héctor: No, skeletons don't walk like that.

Miguel: That's how *you* walk.

Héctor: No, I don't.

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!

Miguel: This isn't a dream, then - you're all really out there.

Tía Victoria: You thought we weren't?

Miguel: Well, I don't know - I thought it might have been one of those made-up things adults tell kids! Like vitamins.

Tía Victoria: Miguel, vitamins are a real thing!

Miguel: Well, now I'm thinking maybe they could be.

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!


Frida Kahlo: Is it too obvious?

Miguel: [unsure] I think it's... just the right amount of obvious.

[Repeated line]

Abuelita: [to any musicans; shouts] No Music!

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: He's a living child, Ernesto.

[the other family members turn the camera towards Ernesto and sets it to show through the big screens in front of the audience]

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.


Ernesto de la Cruz: I am Ernesto de la Cruz, the greatest musician of all time!

Miguel: Hector'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]

Héctor: [singing for Chicharrón] Well everyone knows Juanita / Her eyes each a different color / Her teeth stick out / and her chin goes in / and her...

[he hesitates]

Héctor: Knuckles, they drag on the floor.

Chicharrón: Those aren't the words!

Héctor: There are children present.

Tío Oscar: [stares at Miguel's face] I miss my nose...

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

[pulls off her shoe and begins beating the computer]

Mamá Imelda: That devil box tells you nothing but lies.

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: What is going on?

Clerk: [Office door opens] You the Rivera family?

[States matter-of-factly]

Clerk: Well, you're cursed.

Miguel: Are those... Alebrijes?

Tío Oscar: Real Alebrijes. Spirit creatures.

Tía Rosita: They guide souls on their journey.

Tío Felipe: Watch your step - they make 'caquitas' everywhere.

[after Ernesto is disgraced, and flung from the amphitheater, a guy returns from the concession stand]

Guy in audience: [to his wife, excitedly] What did I miss?

[Miguel is being chased by Mama Imelda]

Mamá Imelda: Miguel! I am trying to save your life!

Miguel: No, you're not! You are ruining my life!

Mamá Imelda: I am your family!

Miguel: But you will never understand what I want! You'll never will!

[Miguel turns to leave, but then he stops when he hears Mama Imelda singing a verse of "La Lorona"]

Miguel: [surprised] But... I don't understand... I thought you hated music.

Mamá Imelda: [smiling nonstalgically] I *LOVED* music! I remember my husband would play music and we would sing a song together.

[stops smiling; calmly]

Mamá Imelda: But when we had Coco, and things changed. I wanted to put down roots. He wanted to play for the world. We each made a sacrifice, Miguel. Now, I want you to decide which side to choose.

Miguel: [resentfully] To choose? A family doesn't force me to choose. You are my family, and families are suppose to support me, no matter what decision I chose. But you will NEVER understand...

[Miguel runs away, leaving Mama Imelda looking shocked and hurt]

[Abuelita has just destroyed Miguel's guitar in front of the Rivera family. Miguel is in tears]

Abuelita: [smiling; lifting her hand to touch Miguel's cheek] Aw, it's okay. You can weep with your family

Miguel: [slapping her hand away; angrily and tearfully] I *DON'T* want to be part of *this family* anymore!

[Miguel runs away]