El cantante

[from trailer]

Puchi:
It was good. It was bad. It was beautiful.

Hector Lavoe:
I love you.

Puchi:
You always love me when you're high.

Puchi:
Hector never knew how much people loved him. And that's the thing. It's like he didn't want to know.

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.

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.

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?

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 b*tch 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 f***ing light bulb went off in your head and now you're realizing you and me ain't good together? That's what you're f***ing saying to me, Hector? So we're just gonna just break things up to fix it up? That's your f***ing genius idea? Fix WHAT up? NOW? You f... you f***ing selfish bastard. [walks towards the door, then turns and faces Hector] You can NEVER leave me.