[Gru turns on the TV which shows Mr. Perkins]
Sorry to bother you Mr. Perkins, but I figured that you would want to see this! [shows the shrink ray] Huh? [Jerry manages to get off the couch, but Kevin, who is still sitting on it, is shrunk]
Well done, Gru. Rather impressive.
Now, the rest of the plan is simple. [shows a picture] I fly to the moon... [shows another picture] ...I shrink the moon... [shows another picture] ...I grab the moon... [shows a poorly drawn picture, signed by Edith] I sit on the toilet... Wait, what?! [the girls laugh; nervous] Sorry. Sorry! Could you, uh... excuse me for just one second? [to the girls; whisper-yells] I told you not to touch my things, I told you, I told you, I told you a thousand times!
All right then.
Not now, for dinner.
Dinner?! Just fine, fine, fine, whatever! Just get back in there.
Oh, uh, can we get stuffed crust?
[Gru suddenly stops with an irate look on his face]
Ooh, stuffed crust!
I'll stuff you all in the crust!
Just don't come out of that room again! [closes the door; to Mr. Perkins] Alright. Sorry about that. Where were we?
You were sitting on the toilet.
No, no, no. I'm sorry. That was a little attempt to humor. I know how much you like to laugh... [Mr. Perkins looks at him angrily] ...inside. Now I was saying... [notices the door was open]
You don't seem terribly focused, Gru.
Believe me, I am completely focused. I-
Hello? Whoa! That guy is huge!
Are we on TV?
What are those? Children?!
[furious]
What are you doing?! I told you to stay out of here! [chases the girls out of the room, then backpedals when Edith and Agnes aim the freeze ray at him] No, no, no!
Freeze ray!
Mr. Gru?
[makes karate sounds, but arrives with a frozen body, with the exception of his head, arms, and buttocks]
As I was saying...
No need to continue, I've seen quite enough.
But my plan--
Is a great plan, I love everything about your plan, except for one thing: you.
[Gru remembers some of his memories]
Look, Mom! I drew a picture of me landing on the moon!
Look, Mom! I made a prototype of the rocket out of macaroni!
[excitedly]
Look, Mom! I made the real rocket, based on the macaroni prototype! [presses a button and sends the rocket into space]
[Reality hits him; he falls down and breaks the ice encasing him; confused]
I... don't understand.
Let's face reality, Gru. You've been at this for far too long, with far too little success. We're gonna put our faith, our money, into a...well, a younger villain.
But I--
It's over. Goodbye, Gru. [crushes his apple and the TV turns off]
