Incredibles

Lucius:
Honey?

Honey:
What?

Lucius:
Where's my super suit?

Honey:
What?

Lucius:
Where… is… my… super… suit?!

Honey:
I, uh, put it away.

Lucius:
Where?!

Honey:
Why do you need to know?!

Lucius:
I need it!

Honey:
Uh-uh! Don't you think about running off doing no derrin'-do! We've been planning this dinner for two months!

Lucius:
The public is in danger!!

Honey:
My evening's in danger!!

Lucius:
YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS, WOMAN!!!! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!!!!

Honey:
“GREATER GOOD”?! I AM YOUR WIFE! I’M THE GREATEST GOOD YOU ARE EVER GOING TO GET!

Mr. Incredible:
No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved! You know, for a little bit? I feel like the maid; I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for... for ten minutes!

Underminer:
Behold, the Underminer! I'm always beneath you, but nothing is beneath me! I hereby declare war on peace and happiness! Soon, all will tremble before me!

Rick Dicker:
We've frozen all of Syndrome's assets. If he even sneezes, we'll be there with a tissue and a pair of handcuffs.

Old Man #1:
Ya see that? That's the way to do it. That's old school.

Old Man #2:
Yeah. No school like the old school.

Old Man #1:
Right!

Violet:
Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?

Helen:
Now *wait* a minute, young lady...

Violet:
We *act* normal, Mom, I want to *be* normal! The only normal one is Jack-Jack, and he's not even toilet trained!

Mr. Incredible:
Is this on? I mean, can break through walls, I just can't... can't get this on...

Mr. Incredible:
Well, with counseling, I think you'll come to forgive me.

Edna:
Yes, words are useless, darling! Gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble! That is why I show you my work!

Dash:
That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.

Edna:
I didn't know the baby's powers so I covered the basics.

Helen:
Jack-Jack doesn't have any powers.

Edna:
No? Well, he'll look fabulous anyway.

Helen:
I think your father is in trouble.

Violet:
If you haven't noticed, Mom, we're not doin' so hot either.

Syndrome:
Oh, ho ho! You sly dog! You caught me monologuing!

Syndrome:
Oh, no. Elastigirl? You married Elastigirl? Ho, ho, ho...

Syndrome:
Oh - and got biz-zay!

Helen:
Everyone's special, Dash.

Dash:
Which is another way of saying no-one is.

Syndrome:
Oh, come on! You gotta admit this is cool!

Dash:
Hey! No force fields!

Bob:
Are you saying we shouldn't help our customers?

Gilbert Huph:
The law requires that I answer, No.

Helen:
They're all just getting coffee... at the same time. Yeah.

Dash:
We're dead! We're dead! We survived but we're dead!

Elastigirl:
Settle down? Are you kidding? I'm at the top of my game! I'm right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don't think so! I don't think so.

Edna:
This is a hobo suit, darling. You can't be seen in this. I won't allow it.

Edna:
I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.

Helen:
I love you, but if we're going to make this work, you have to be more than Mr. Incredible.

Lucius:
We look like bad guys. Incompetent bad guys!

Helen:
You're late. When you asked me if I was doing anything later, I didn't realize you'd actually forgotten. I thought it was playful banter.

Bob:
It *was* playful banter.

Helen:
Cutting it kinda close, don't ya think?

Bob:
You need to be more... *flexible.*

Bob:
Are you doing anything later?

Helen:
I have a previous engagement.

Dash:
Does this mean we have to move again?

Syndrome:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out!

Syndrome:
I'm Syndrome, your nemesis and...

Syndrome:
Oh, brilliant.

Lucius:
I wanted to go bowling!

Bob:
It's not a graduation. He's moving from the 4th grade to the 5th grade.

Helen:
It's a ceremony.

Bob:
It's psychotic! They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity.

Violet:
Mom and Dad's lives could be in jeopardy, or worse -

Violet:
their marriage.

Edna:
I cut it a little roomy for the free movement; the fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin; it can also withstand a temperature of over 1000 degrees. Completely bulletproof; and machine washable, darling. That's a new feature.

Bob:
Well, what are *you* waiting for?

Little Boy on Tricycle:
I don't know. Something amazing, I guess.

Bob:
Me too, kid.

Dash:
Look, I'm The Dash. The Dash likes. Yeah-hah.

Dash:
You want to go *toward* the people that tried to kill us?

Helen:
If it means land, yes.

Violet:
You mean Dad's in trouble, or Dad is the trouble?

Helen:
I mean, either he's *in* trouble, or he's *going* to be.

Helen:
Put these on. Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it. And if anything goes wrong, use your powers.

Violet:
But you said never to use...

Helen:
I know what I said!

Helen:
Remember the bad guys on the shows you used to watch on Saturday mornings? Well, these guys aren't like those guys. They won't exercise restraint because you are children. They *will* kill you if they get the chance. Do *not* give them that chance.

Bob:
Is everybody okay back there?

Violet:
Super duper, Dad.

Dash:
Let's do that again!

Bob:
Weren't you in the news? Some show in, Prayge... Prague?

Edna:
Milan, darling. Milan. Supermodels. Heh! Nothing super about them... spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only about themselves. Feh! I used to design for *gods*!

Edna:
You need a new suit, that much is certain.

Bob:
A new suit? Well, where the heck am I gonna get a new suit?

Edna:
You can't! It's impossible! I'm far too busy, so ask me now before I again become sane.

Bob:
Wait? you want to make me a suit?

Edna:
You push too hard, darling! But I accept!

Bob:
Want to catch a robber?

Lucius:
No. To tell you the truth, I'd rather go bowling. Look, what if we actually did what our wives think we're doing... just to shake things up?

Lucius:
Superladies, they're always trying to tell you their secret identity. Think it'll strengthen the relationship, or something like that.

Edna:
You are Elastigirl! My God! Pull yourself together! 'What will you do?' Is this a question? You will show him that you remember that he's Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who YOU are.

Bob:
You know I'm retired from hero work.

Edna:
As am I, Robert, yet here we are.

Bob:
Showtime.

Helen:
You're in charge until I get back, Violet.

Dash:
What?

Violet:
You heard her.

Bob:
Uh-oh.

Dash:
Are we there yet?

Bob:
We get there when we get there!

Helen:
Stop it, both of you! We are not going to die! Now, you will both get a grip or so help me, I'll ground you for a month. Understand?

Helen:
Now our kids are in trouble?

Bob:
Well, if you suspected danger, why did you bring them?

Helen:
I didn't bring them! They stowed away! And I don't think you're striking the proper tone here!

Edna:
Edna Mode...

Edna:
...and guest.

Dash:
She'd eat if we were having Tonyloaf.

Mr. Incredible:
No! Call off the missiles. I'll do anything!

Syndrome:
Too late! 15 years too late.

Mr. Incredible:
You mean you killed off real heroes so that you could *pretend* to be one?

Syndrome:
Oh, I'm real all right. Real enough to defeat you! And I did it without your precious gifts. Your oh-so-special powers. I'll give them heroics. I'll give them the most spectacular heroics the world has ever seen! And when I'm old and I've had my fun, I'll sell my inventions so that *everyone* can have powers. *Everyone* can be Super! And when everyone's Super... no one will be.

Syndrome:
Shhh. The baby's sleeping.

Syndrome:
You took away my future. I'm simply returning the favor. Oh, don't worry. I'll be a good mentor: supportive, encouraging.

Syndrome:
Everything you *weren't*. And in time, who knows? He might make a good sidekick.

Syndrome:
This isn't the end of it! I will get your son eventually! I will get your son!

Honey! Wheres my super suit!--Frozone