Coco Quotes

The feeling, so close, you can reach out and touch it. I never knew I could want something so much, but it’s true.

We may have our differences, but nothing’s more important than family.

I have to sing, I have to play. The music, it’s not just in *me*, it *is* me. When life gets me down, I play my guitar. The rest of the world may follow the rules, but I must follow my heart. You know that feeling, like there’s a song in the air and it’s playing just for you. I hope you like it.

I am not like the rest of my family. There’s something that makes me different.

I know, I’m not supposed to love music. But my great-grandma Coco’s father was the greatest musician of all time, Ernesto de la Cruz. One day he left with his guitar and never returned, now my family thinks music is a curse.

Ernesto de la Cruz: I have to sing. It's not just IN me... It IS Me.

I have to sing. It's not just IN me... It IS Me.

Mama Imelda: Miguel, what's going on?
Miguel: Remind me how I know you?
Head Clerk: They’re your family.

Clerk: [sneezing] 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.

Abuelita: Miguel, eat your food. Here, have some more.
Miguel: No, gracias.
Miguel: I mean, si.
Abuelita: Now, that is what I thought you said.

Abuelita: "Día de Muertos" has begun, it is the one night of the year our ancestors can come visit us.
Miguel: I thought it might have been one of those made up things.
Miguel: I was just…
Abuelita: Shhhh.
Miguel: But…
Abuelita: Tonight is about family.

Oh, it’s you. You’re going to get me into trouble, Dante. Someone could hear me! I wish someone wanted to hear me, other than you.

Great-great-grandfather... none of them understand me. I am supposed to play music!

Abuelita: Go away, you Go!
Miguel: It’s just Dante.
Abuelita: Never name a street dog. They will follow you forever. Now, go get my shoe.

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.

Some Old Man: Alright, who’s in there?
Miguel: I am sorry. What is going on?
[people keep going through Miguel as if he doesn’t exist]
Miguel: I’m just dreaming.
Skeletal Head: Do you mind?