El Cantante Page #2

- Thanks a lot, man.

I know you too.

Willie Coln, man.

A pleasure, really.

Trombones, no saxophones.

I mean... you changed

everything. I mean...

Hell.

A pleasure, man. I mean...

Thanks.

I don't speak Spanish.

I like you too, man.

Do you guys

believe in destiny?

Well, I do.

I believe destiny brought us

to this club tonight.

I believe

that you two guys

have been destined

to perform together.

I believe that together,

boys, you will take

this town by storm.

You both have

what each other needs.

You are Puerto Rico.

Willie's from New York.

Call this... "salsa"-

a sauce, like gumbo...

...a mix

of mambo, rumba,

plena, jazz,

merengue.

You'll cook it up.

I say...

why not, man?

Damn.

- Right here, right here.

- Bro.

- Bro, you speak English?

- Of course, of course, man.

- $2.50- you'll take me to the Bronx?

- Yeah yeah.

- Hey...

- Huh?

You're...

Buddy, tell you what:

you sing, I'll drive.

Sing, bro,

the meter's running.

Listen, I want people

to know something:

God couldn't have given me

a better baby sister

and couldn't have

given her...

...a better brother.

Happy birthday,

my little Puchi.

Happy birthday,

Puchi!

? Cornbread, hog maw

and chitterlings?

- ? Cornbread, hog maw...?

- Oh cuchi cuchi cuchi cuchi.

? Cornbread, hog maw

and chitterlings?

- ? Cornbread, hog maw...?

- Mommy eating cuchifrito...

? Cornbread, hog maw

and chitterlings?

- ? Cornbread...?

- Piglet piglet.

? Cornbread, hog maw

and chitterlings?

? Cornbread...?

Are you in the right

apartment?

I think so.

Happy birthday.

For me?

- Yeah.

- Who invited you?

Oh, chocolates.

How sweet.

I heard you singing.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You're famous, right?

Trini Lpez-

that's who you are.

Yeah, that's me.

That's me.

You can call me Trini.

- You're funny.

- Yeah.

But your pants

are even funnier.

What do you mean?

These are $5 pants.

Bad.

- Bad? I'm not bad.

- Yeah.

I'm being me-

not mean, just honest.

- Hey, man.

- LiI' bro.

- What's up, man?

- You know, Hector, I'm so glad you could make it.

- Thank you.

- Take it.

Little sister, I see you touching that,

I'm gonna kill you.

- Yeah.

- Give us a minute.

Let me give you

a little brotherly advice:

Don't f*** with her

unless you're gonna

f*** with her.

Hey...

you wanna f*** with her,

f*** with her.

Got it?

Nice one, man.

- Have fun.

- All right.

Look, I'll show you.

It's not like

a cigarette, man.

You gotta hold it

like this.

Go like this.

- Hold it in?

- Mm-hmm.

- How's that?

- For how long?

Do you feeI anything?

Keep going.

? That I asked of you?

? to the best of your knowledge?

? if you knew that nowhere

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