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!
[Maniacal laughter]
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Buddy Holly: The sky belongs to the stars.
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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...
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Bob Morales: [to Ritchie] You think the whole fuckin' world revolves around you?
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Ritchie Valens: This is like my high school prom.
Bob Morales: Yeah. Except this prom puts out.
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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?
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Rosie Morales: He doesn't want a wife. He wants a love slave, one that he can kick around.
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[Last Line]
Bob Morales: [In agony over his brother's death] RICHIE!
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Ritchie Valens: My mom reckons I'm going to be a star. And stars don't fall from the sky.
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Bob Morales: Come on Rosie, take a hit man! Put a little mota in your love life!
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Donna Ludwig: I will never let anyone get in the way of my feelings for you,ever again.
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Bob Keene: Look... it could be worse, you could have been Riki Zuela.
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