El cantante2006

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.