Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3: Viva La Fiesta! Page #8

I can't take enclosed spaces!

Come on!

Throw me a bone here. I'm innocent!

Come on, man!

If the collar don't fit, you must acquit.

You want an alibi?

I can give you an alibi.

I got as many as you want.

I can't eat prison food, man!

I got a gluten-free kosher diet!

Mr. Cortez.

Well, I don't know how you did it,

but these gardens

are nothing short of exquisite.

I hope you'll accept my apologies,

along with a permanent

contract with the hotel.

Are you...

Sure, go ahead. Just the once.

All right. Don't touch me anymore.

- That's fine.

- Okay.

This one is for rosa.

Thank you all so much

for coming to our fiesta today,

especially those of you who schlepped

all the way from the 90210.

I promised myself I wasn't gonna cry.

That wraps up

the quinceanera of mi hija rosa.

Dad, aren't you forgetting something?

Forgetting something?

Rosita, I got the band.

I took salsa lessons.

We decorated the garden.

What did I possibly forget?

This.

That's sweet.

That is sweet.

I think I'd like to have

some puppies soon.

Hmm?

That's not all you forgot.

Now that Sam got his job back

and we can stay,

and now that Oscar's gone,

they need a new teacher at school.

You didn't ask

who's been chosen to replace him.

You mean...

Congratulations, Professor.

Awesome!

- I'm sitting in front!

Now we can get

our paws wet!

I want to learn

to salsa and chips.

You're gonna be

the best teacher ever!

Papi likes.

- Goodbye, polo, hello, pollo.

Now we can master pee-mail!

And so the Cortez family

lived happily ever after.

At least until Pedro got a vip tag

and locked himself

in the peanut butter closet.

But that's another story.

You really stepped

up to the bowl today, Papi.

Sebastian! Don't let 'em

pack up that Margarita machine!

Papi, you're a good dad,

a good friend, and a good dog.

They don't appreciate

classic dog band music here. You know.

That's what I'm saying.

Like, I'm talking about pee-52s,

the Rex pistols.

Reo taii-waggin'.

Yeah, yeah, good band, good band.

- New odor.

- Yeah.

- Right? Iggy pup.

- Right.

He's a little violent on stage.

The fur flew, but that was,

you know, part of the magic.

Collie Parton is one of

my personal favorites.

I'm not into the country so much myself,

but yeah, I respect her.

No, you don't know what

you're missing there, and...

She's got a lot of fur. Big, big fur,

like blown out every night

before she goes on.

Coldspay.

They got a little into the treats

in the later years, yeah?

Yeah, that's true. They were up to like

30-40 treats a day, actually.

It ruined them.

You know, cheap tick.

- Earth, wind and fur.

- Rage against the vacuum cleaner.

Great band. Did you see that?

- Nice tail.

- Fancy a bit of that.

Well, hey there.

Well, who do you belong to?

No one? Yeah, well, I know the feeling.

There, there, boy.

Front desk? Hollis.

Yes, sir.

I have a dog here

who's gonna be needing a new hotel tag.

- What room, sir?

- Which room?

Manager's suite.

Yes, sir.

You are a handsome devil, aren't you?

Every pet

deserves a loving and permanent home.

So when you choose to adopt,

please adopt responsibly.

Gracias, and thank you.

You'll be humming

this tomorrow, guaranteed.

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