Bob Morales: Look it's Woody Woodpecker and Buzz Buzzard, Man they make cartoons here.
Rosie Morales: He doesn't want a wife. He wants a love slave, one that he can kick around.
Buddy Holly: The sky belongs to the stars.
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.
Ritchie Valens: My mom reckons I'm going to be a star. And stars don't fall from the sky.
Ritchie Valens: This is like my high school prom.
Bob Morales: Yeah. Except this prom puts out.
Donna Ludwig: I will never let anyone get in the way of my feelings for you, ever again.
Ritchie Valens: Bob! Watch it! My guitar, man.
Bob Morales: Sorry. I didn't' know that piece of junk was so important to you.
Ritchie Valens: I even sleep with it.
Bob Keene: Look... it could be worse, you could have been Riki Zuela.
