Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3: Viva La Fiesta! Page #3

notice the long, lonely nights.

I'm sorry. That must be tough.

Only on days that end in "y. "

- Hey, great suit!

- Mmm-hmm.

I really love the handkerchief

thing you got going on there.

It's hermes.

- It's hermes-ing.

Sam.

Shall we?

Yeah.

- Yes.

Impressive.

Whoa! This is ours?

- Awesome!

This is great!

Hey! I get this couch!

- I get this one!

This place is great!

- Check out this view!

What are we waiting for?

Mr. Cortez, I'm afraid

the only thing they have

to offer you this evening

is our michelin star

six-course tasting menu.

And I hope you don't mind,

but it's all absolutely free.

That should be all right, Mrs. Cortez.

I'll just have to check

with Lester, my assistant.

You get an assistant?

- I get an assistant.

Yeah.

- Oh, honey.

Do you think we could check out

one of these tango classes

in the dance studio?

Thank you.

Thank you!

- Yeah.

The Langham.

You know,

i hear they have a whole closet

dedicated exclusively to peanut butter.

Really?

Wow. No way.

Is that really true?

They've got one shelf

for chunky, one for creamy,

one for sort of creamy

but also a little chunky,

one for all natural,

but no one ever eats those.

Too hard to stir.

What's wrong, mi hija?

First day of school jitters?

You know, I wasn't always the brave

chihuahua you see before you today.

I'm scared of lots of things.

Mom?

- No, not mom.

Who packed this?

Well, yeah, sometimes mom.

But the point is, it's okay to be afraid.

And remember, rosa, there's nothing

wrong with being different.

Different is just

a nice way of saying "runt. "

Ah. But you're not just different,

you're special.

Too special to be like everyone else.

Hey, Papi, this was

in a box marked "do not open. "

Where do you want it?

Yeah, just leave it right there. Thanks.

You were on dancing with the stars?

I wasn't on dancing with the stars.

I was a chambelan, part of an honor

court at a friend's quinceanera.

Is that like

a sweet sixteen or something?

It's better!

A quinceanera is

a very special celebration.

See, on her fifteenth birthday,

a quince steps out from

beneath the watchful eye of sus padres

to stand on her own four paws.

Who else's paws would she stand on?

Let me rephrase.

You see, pups spend years learning.

They're told what to wear,

when to sit, and when to heel.

Tell me about it.

But then one day, the pup,

she stops relying on all those lessons.

What does she rely on, then?

Her heart, mi hija.

Someday, you too will become a quince.

Phillips head.

I'm gonna need a Phillips head!

Wait, I don't even

know how to use a Phillips head.

I'm no expert,

but I don't think you need

a screwdriver to go scuba diving.

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