Ritchie Valens: This is like my high school prom.
Bob Morales: Yeah. Except this prom puts out.
Bob Keene: Look... it could be worse, you could have been Riki Zuela.
Buddy Holly: The sky belongs to the stars.
Ritchie Valens: My mom reckons I`m going to be a star. And stars don`t fall from the sky.
Ted Quillen: Your wife`s pregnant and in the car with you?
Bob Morales: (on phone) She`s in the car right now!
Ted Quillen: (pause) And what kind of car do you have?
Bob Morales: (on phone) A Rolls Royce!
Bob Morales: (In agony over his brother`s death) RICHIE!
Donna Ludwig: I will never let anyone get in the way of my feelings for you,ever again.
Rosie Morales: He doesn`t want a wife. He wants a love slave, one that he can kick around.
Bob Morales: You know, my old man wasn`t around when I was born.
(takes swig of vodka and grimaces)
Bob Morales: Why should I be?
Bob Keene: Wait Ritchie, look. I understand about friendship... but I`m being honest here. Not everyone in the world gets a shot at the "brass ring." You`re gonna have to ask yourself what`s more important, your friends... or your music.
Ritchie Valens: Walks back to table: My family...
Bob Morales: Come on Rosie, take a hit man! Put a little mota in our love life!
Connie Valenzuela: How could you do this to Ritchie!
Bob Morales: To Ritchie? I did this to me, okay!
Rosie Morales: That`s my Bob, always thinking of others first.
Bob Morales: Shut your goddamn mouth!
Ritchie Valens: Hey man, don`t take it out on Rosie, okay.
Bob Morales: Ritchie, you don`t understand man. You don`t understand a goddamn thing!
Bob Morales: What do you think, the whole fuckin` world revolves around you!
Bob Morales: I`ve had one sip of beer and I have to admit it taste like piss to me. Want it?
Ritchie Valens: Yeah.
(takes a sip then puts the beer down)
Ritchie Valens: What`s your problem man?
Bob Morales: Old Steve. He always said you`d be somebody and I bought it, too. If that`s the way Steve wanted it that`s the way it was going to be. Even after he told me he wasnt my dad, once I knew the full score, I understood why he treated you just a little bit better than me. I`ll just hang around for the leftovers, like a dog. That`s how much i loved him. Like a goddamn dog.
Ritchie Valens: Bob we don`t have to talk about this right now.
Bob Morales: Shit! No, I want to talk about this and you`re gonna listen to me!
Ritchie Valens: This is a crock of shit man!
Bob Morales: Man he set you up to conquer the world and didn`t leave me shit!
Ritchie Valens: Nobody told you to throw your life away! I`m only sorry I didn`t say something about you be drunk half the time. You did it to yourself!
Bob Morales: Listen to you, coming in here like you own the whole goddamn country. To me you`ll always be that little asshole who followed me around in the sticks.
Ritchie Valens: Yeah, I followed you around man, `cause I thought you were somebody. Then!
Ritchie Valens: Bob. Where`s mom`s new dress?
Bob Morales: What new dress?
Ritchie Valens: The one I asked you to buy her for Christmas.
Bob Morales: Hey, you`re the asshole with all the money, why don`t you buy it yourself!
Ritchie Valens: Bob! Watch it! My guitar, man!
Bob Morales: Sorry. I didnt` know that piece of junk was so important to you.
Ritchie Valens: I even sleep with it.
Bob Morales: Look Rosie, you`re not my wife. Quit being such a drag. What the shit`s eating you anyway?
Rosie Morales: I`m pregnant.
Rosie Morales: Well aren`t you gonna say anything?
Bob Morales: What`s there to say? It`s not my first. Or my last.
Bob Morales: (to Ritchie) You`ve been laid yet? I`m serious, I know what your problem is. Sperm pressure, it`s scientific.
Bob Morales: Don`t be such a dreamer, man.
Ritchie Valens: My dreams are pure rock and roll.
Rosie Morales: (to Bob) I am not your puta!
(Bartender shuts the T.V)
Bob Morales: Hey, what the hell! Man I was watching that! Put that back on!
Bartender: You`ve had enough for one afternoon, buddy.
Bob Morales: Put it back on! That dude`s my brother!
Bartender: Yeah and I`m your Irish uncle.