Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3: Viva La Fiesta! Page #2

I don't know, Rache,

do you think we brought enough stuff?

To what room shall I take these?

Oh, uh...

- Room 318.

- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Let's be on our best behavior, shall we?

We're hosting a vip just above

your room in the presidential suite.

Amelia James,

editor-in-chief of James leisure,

in town for our garden gala.

The party of the year.

Oh. But you didn't hear

any of this from me.

- You don't have to worry about us, sir.

- Oh. Really?

Am I correct in presuming that

the pups currently go-carting

in the lobby belong to you?

That would be Ali, Lala,

pep, rosa and Papi, Jr.

And you, of course, know Chloe.

Oh!

Welcome back, Chloe.

And you know Papi.

Yes. Papi.

And, last but not least, there's Pedro.

Hold it, bro. Resist!

No, don't!

This Pedro, is he...

He's definitely part of he family, too?

Definitely. I'm sure you understand, sir.

Your family must live here.

Well, I can't say that they do,

or that I have any family to speak of.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to presume that you did...

Well, well, well, no.

Work keeps me so busy, I hardly even

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.

This is not a leisure trip.

It's a safety inspection.

Oscar may be their teacher,

but I'm still their father,

and it's my job to make sure

my pups are safe.

Keep an eye on the filter,

i have to go check on Chloe.

They make these things so tight,

I'm chafing.

Yeah, Chloe, yeah!

Okay, now growl like a wolf, huh?

Yes. I think you are part wolf.

Now make me love it!

Now make me hate it!

Now make me confused,

but I can't look away.

Now give me,

"somebody put something in my bowl

and I don't know what that is. "

Mi Amor,

how is your first day on the job?

Are you too hot? Too cold?

Are they giving you

regular water breaks?

Okay, now what is this?

Sweetie, they're taking good care of me.

Oh. Okay, good.

Hey, you know, there are some

beautiful off-leash trails here.

I thought maybe tomorrow

we could take a romantic hike.

You, me, some kibbles, some bits...

That sounds fun, honey, but I can't.

I have a ribbon-biting ceremony

for the new boutique.

Right. Okay, another time.

Hey, chica, great scarf.

Bark Jacobs?

- Pucci, actually.

- Loves it!

- Careful, pool boy.

- Papi!

What?

This is interesting.

I was just telling him to be careful.

It's the polite thing to do around a pool.

- Hey, Pedro! Be careful!

- Thanks, Papi!

See?

So,

wonder how the pups are doing.

Who's ready for a super-duper day?

Today we're gonna learn

how to lay on floatie rafts

without getting our paws

all wet and icky.

But dad always tells us to jump right in.

Shh, Papi, Jr.

dad's not our teacher anymore.

Okay, everyone, find a partner.

We're gonna follow Oscar to the pool.

Yeah! We get to go to the pool!

The pool is so much fun!

Little rosa, remember you have to

wear your swimmies at all times.

I'm gonna learn how to doggy paddle.

You don't know

how to doggy paddle?

Wanna be my swimming partner?

It's so nice outside!

I can't wait to go to the pool!

Yeah, pool!

- Let's go!

Hi, I'm rosa. Nice to meet you.

Aww. Look at the little puppykins

in the little swimmies!

She has swimmies!

Rosa, wait up.

What is wrong with you?

That's just what you get

when you mess with our sister.

Or wear spandex.

Hi! I'm Rachel. Hi, I work here, too.

- Hi. Hi, nice to meet you.

- Hi. Hi.

- What is that? Salmon?

- Salmon, yes.

Salmon, no. Do it again.

That, that looks more like salmonella.

Allez! In the corner.

Ah! You. There you are.

The dishes are overflowing.

Allez, hop! Zou! Hop!

The dishes? Oh, uh, no.

I'm sorry. Actually, it's me. Rachel.

- Cortez?

- Yeah. Rachel Cortez.

- Your new sous-chef?

- Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, chef didier,

it is such a pleasure to meet you

and I am such a huge fan

of your truffled gnocchi.

What is it you are saying?

I cannot hear you.

All I can hear is

the sound of the dishes not being done!

Allez! Zou! Hop!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Were you waiting for an invitation? Huh?

There must be some confusion,

because I was just...

No! Make it shine

or your goose is cooked! Cooked!

"Your goose is cooked. "

Yes, it has a nice ring to it, it has...

Poetic, but firm.

Why is she staring at me?

Are you staring at me?

Are you staring at chef didier?

- The chef didier? Huh?

- Uh... no, no.

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