"[to the portrait of Ernesto on the wall] Señor de la Cruz, please don't be mad. I'm Miguel. Your great-great grandson. [takes the guitar off the wall] I need to borrow this. [sighs] Our family thinks music is a curse. None of them understand but I know you would have. You would've told me to follow my heart. To seize my moment! So, if it's all right with you, I'm gonna play in the plaza, just like you did!"