I don't see anyone from the old days, Bob. Just you. And we're pushing our luck as it is.
Super-ladies, they're always trying to tell you their secret identity. Think it'll strengthen the relationship or something like that. I say, "Girl, I don't wanna know about your mild-mannered alter ego or anything like that." I mean, you tell me you're, uh, super-mega-ultra-lightning babe? That's all right with me. I'm good. I'm good.
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4 quotesIt means it's hot! And I'm dehydrated, Bob!
There is no water in this air! What's your excuse, run out of muscle?
We look like bad guys! Incompetent bad guys!
Scenes with Lucius
5 scenesFreeze!
I'm thirsty.
I said "freeze"!
I'm just getting a drink. [takes the cup and drinks]
Okay, you had your drink. Now, I want you to...
I know, I know. Freeze. [freezes the cop]
Is this on?
That's fine.
I can break through walls, I just can't...
That's fine.
I can't get this on.
So, Mr. Incredible, do you have a secret identity?
Every superhero has a secret identity. I don't know a single one who doesn't. Who wants the pressure of being super all the time?
Of course I have a secret identity. Can you see me in this at the supermarket? Come on. Who'd wanna go shopping as Elastigirl, y'know what I mean?
Super Ladies, they're always tryna tell you their secret identity. Think it'll strengthen the relationship or somethin' like that. I said, "Girl, I don't wanna know about your mild-mannered alter ego." or anything like that. I mean, you tell me you're a super-mega-ultra-lightnin'-babe, that's alright with me. I'm good. I'm good.
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 ten minutes?
I could get to that point.
Please?
Wait, no, don't get up. We're not finished.
Sometimes I think I'd just like the simple life, you know? Relax a little and raise a family.
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. [fades to black. On-screen Text: The Incredibles. Sirens wail as lights flash, we're in the middle of a classic car chase: A police car in hot pursuit of another car driven by armed bank robbers. The robber riding shotgun primes his sub-machine gun and unloads on the cop car, which swerves into oncoming traffic to avoid the hail of bullets. Bob Parr, a dashing, golden-haired man in his thirties listens to his radio. If he looks familiar, it's because he is the same man we saw earlier: Mr. Incredible, minus the mask and super-suit. Suddenly the music is interrupted by an announcement]
We interrupt for an important bulletin. A deadly high-speed pursuit between police and armed gunmen is underway, traveling northbound on San Pablo Avenue.
Yeah, I've got time.
[He presses another button: "Auto-drive" and selects "Merge Pursuit". Bob takes his hands off the wheel and a rapid series of automated actions begin: the seat back drops flat; the passenger seat folds against the window as the driver's seat slides to the center. Bob raises his arms as metal bands lock around his waist, then separate, sliding apart toward his head and his toes, removing his clothes to reveal his slick, brightly colored Mr. Incredible super-suit underneath. He presses another button: the car's exterior converts into the coolest retro-futuristic vehicle ever seen: The Incredi-Bile. Mr. Incredible looks up: Through the windshield we see an old lady waving him down]
Mr. Incredible. Um, Mr. Incredible...
What is it, ma'am?
My cat, Squeaker, won't come down.
Certainly, ma'am! But I suggest you stand clear. There could be trouble.
No, no. He's quite tame.
Let go now! [cat yowls]
[The cop car pulls back in behind the robbers' car. The cops are firing now and closing in. Mr. Incredible and the cat tree. Nervously checking the pursuit on his video screen, Mr. Incredible rips the tree out of the ground. He tips it, leaning it across to the old lady just as the car chase squeals into view at the end of the block. Mr. Incredible sees this and hastily shakes the tree, trying to dislodge Squeaker. The car chase. The cars swerve into view now, bordering the park that Mr. Incredible is in. Mr. Incredible sees them and shakes Squeaker harder. Chase cars close in. Mr. Incredible. Car chase. Squeaker. Chase. Squeaker, one final shake: Squeaker drops into the Old Lady's hands. Mr. Incredible raises the tree up and slams it down on the hood of the crooks' car, squashing it like a bug. Mr. Incredible tamps down the loose dirt at the base of the freshly replanted tree and smiles at his admirers]
Thank you, Mr. Incredible. You've done it again.
Yeah, you're the best.
No, I'm just here to help.
Attention all units. We have a tour bus robbery...
Tour bus robbery. I've still got time. Officers. Ma'am. Squeaker.
Cool! Ready for take-off!
What the...? Who are you supposed to be?
Well, I'm lncrediBoy.
What? No. You're that kid from the fan club. [stammering] Brophy-Br-Brody-Bu-Buddy! [sternly] Buddy.
My name is IncrediBoy.
Look, I've been nice, I've stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me, but this is...
No, you don't have to worry about training me. I know all your moves, your crime fighting style, favorite catch phrases, everything! I'm your number one fan! [The passenger door whooshes open and IncrediBoy is ejected from the car. Mr. Incredible fires the afterburners and peels off, leaving Buddy standing alone] Hey! Hey, wait!
You know. [the snatcher looks up. He grins] you can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse, but maybe that’s not what you had in mind.
Hey, look!
Elastigirl.
Mr. lncredible.
No, it's all right. I've got him.
Sure, you've got him. I just took him out for you.
Sure, you took him out. His attention was on me.
A fact I exploited to do my job.
My job, you mean.
A simple thank you will suffice.
Thanks, but I don't need any help.
Whatever happened to "ladies first"?
Well, whatever happened to equal treatment?
Hey, look, the lady got me first. [Elastigirl coldcocks the crook with one stretched punch]
Well, we could share, you know.
I work alone.
Well, I think you need to be more...
...flexible.
Are...you doin' anything later?
I have a previous engagement.
Now, you just stay here. They usually pick up the garbage in an hour.
Hey, Incredible!
Hey, Frozone!
Shouldn't you be getting ready?
I still got time.
He's gonna jump!
[Mr. Incredible runs to the edge of the building and looks down. A large crowd is gathered on the streets below. Mr. Incredible follows their upwards gaze to the roof of a skyscraper with a man, Oliver Sansweet, who stands poised to jump, then does. Mr. Incredible quickly gauges distances, and then dives off the edge, making a spectacular leap, and tackles him in mid-air and then breaking through an enormous window on the far side, and tumbles to the floor in a shower of glass. Safe]
I think you broke something.
Well, with counseling, I think you'll come to forgive me. [senses something] Wait a minute...
[Mr. Incredible slides Sansweet over to a desk and props him up against it] [His acute senses turn his attention to the hallway, toward the elevators. As he follows his ears, we become aware of a sound: a tiny series of regular beeps. Mr. Incredible locates a spot on the wall and presses one ear against it. The beeps accelerate. Mr. Incredible starts to push away and... BOOM! The hallway is filled with smoke and debris. A silhouette emerges from the newly blown hole in the wall; a tall, rangy man in a mime costume carries two stuffed duffel bags. This is Bomb Voyage. He surveys the scene with a wicked smile. A vault door is embedded into the wall directly opposite the hole. It moves aside, revealing Mr. Incredible behind it, dazed but unharmed. He sees the mime and growls]
Bomb Voyage.
Monsieur Incroyable! [Translation: Mr. Incredible!]
And IncrediBoy!
IncrediBoy?
Hey, hey! Aren't you curious about how I get around so fast? See? I have these rocket boots.
Go home, Buddy.
What?
Now.
Petit mufe va! [Translation: Little oaf...]
Can we talk? You always, always say be true to yourself, but you never say which part of yourself to be true to. Well, I've finally figured out who I am. I am your ward...IncrediBoy!
And now, you have officially carried it too far, Buddy.
This is because I don't have powers, isn't it? Well not every superhero has powers, you know. You can be super without them. [re: his rocket boots] I built these. I can fly. Can you fly?
Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.
Et ton costume est complètement ridicule! [Translation: And your outfit is totally ridiculous!]
Just give me one chance! [to Bomb Voyage] I'll show you. I'll go get the police.
Buddy, don't!
It'll only take a second, really.
NO, STOP! There's a bomb!
Let go! You're wrecking my flight pattern! I can do this if you let go!
Will you just...?? I'm trying to help! Stop!
Let go of my cape!
[Mr. Incredible finally grabs hold of the bomb and flings it free. Both he and the bomb fall onto the elevated train tracks below. The bomb explodes, blowing away a large section of track. Mr. Incredible groggily looks up; A train is coming. And heading straight for the section of track that is no longer there. Mr. Incredible sets his jaw and starts running toward the oncoming train, leaping the chasm to intercept the train before it gets there. Mr. Incredible pulls up and plants himself. The expression on his face says it all: this is going to hurt. The train hits; Mr. Incredible taking the full impact. Rail ties break behind Mr. Incredible's feet, spraying in all directions as Mr. Incredible, miraculously, wrestles the train to a stop]
Take this one home. And make sure his mom knows what he's been doing.
I can help you. You're making a mista---hey!
The injured jumper. You sent paramedics?
They've already picked him up.
The blast in that building was caused by Bomb Voyage who I caught in the act robbing the vault. Now, we might be able to nab him if we set up a perimeter.
You mean he got away?
Well, yeah. Skippy here made sure of that.
IncrediBoy!
You're not affiliated with me!!
Holy smokes, I'm late. Listen, I've gotta be somewhere.
What about Bomb Voyage?
Any other night, I'd go after him myself, but I really gotta go. But don't worry. We'll get him! Eventually!
Hey, is the night still young?
You're very late.
How do I look? Good?
Oh, the mask! You still got the mask.
Showtime.
Robert Parr, will you have this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?
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.
It was playful banter.
Cutting it kinda close, don't ya think?
You need to be more...flexible.
I love you, but if we're gonna make this work, you've gotta be more than Mr. Incredible. You know that. Don't you?
...so long as you both shall live?
I do.
I pronounce this couple husband and wife.
As long as we both shall live. No matter what happens.
Hey, come on. We’re superheroes. What could happen?
Mom. You're making weird faces again.
Mmm. No, I'm not.
You make weird faces, honey.
Do ya have to read at the table?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Smaller bites, Dash. Yikes! Bob, could you help the carnivore cut his meat?
Ow.
Dash, ya have something you wanna tell your father about school?
Well, we dissected a frog.
Dash got sent to the office again.
Good. Good.
No Bob, that's bad.
What?
Dash got sent to the office again.
What? What for?
Nothing.
He put a tack on the teacher's chair... during class.
Nobody saw me. You could barely see it on the tape.
They caught you on tape and you still got away with it? Whoa! You must have been booking. How fast did you think you were going?
Bob! We are not encouraging this.
I'm not encouraging, I'm just asking how fast...
Honey!
Great. First the car, now I gotta pay to fix the table...
The car? What happened to the car?
Here. I'm getting a new plate. [He leaves angrily and goes into the kitchen]
So, how about you, Vi? How was school?
Nothin' to report.
You've hardly touched your food.
I'm not hungry for meatloaf.
Well, it is leftover night. We have steak, pasta. What are ya hungry for?
Tony Rydinger.
Shut up!
Well, you are.
I said, shut up, you little insect!
Well, she is.
DO NOT SHOUT AT THE TABLE! Honey!
Kids! Listen to your mother.
She'd eat if we were having "Tony loaf".
'THAT'S IT!' [furiously jumps over the table and angrily starts fighting with Dash] That's it!
Stop it!
You’re gonna be toast!
Stop running in the house. Sit down!
'Ow! Hey, no force fields!'
You started it.
You sit down! You sit down! Violet! [Dash and Violet go under the table to fight with Helen’s arms still attached; Jack-Jack is clearly enjoying this] Ow! Ow!
Simon J. Paladino, longtime advocate of superhero rights, is missing? Gazerbeam.
BOB! IT'S TIME TO ENGAGE! Do something! Don’t just stand there! I need you to... intervene!
You want me to intervene? Okay!
I'm intervening, I'm intervening!
Violet, let go of your brother!
Hello?
Get the door.
Hey, Lucius!
Hey, Speedo! Hey, Helen. Vi, Jack-Jack.
He-hey! Ice of you to drop by.
Ha! Never heard that one before.
Dash [gargling]: Oh, Lucius! [He spits water in the air.]
Whoa!
Ah-ha.
Aw... I like it when it shatters.
I'll be back later.
Hey, where are you two going?
It's Wednesday.
Oh. Bowling night. Say hello to Honey for me, Lucius.
Will do. Good night, Helen. Good night, kids.
Don't think you've avoided talking about your trip to the principal's office, young man. Your father and I are still gonna discuss it.
I'm not the only kid who's been sent to the office, you know.
Other kids don't have superpowers. Now, it's perfectly normal...
Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?
Now, wait a minute, young lady.
We act normal, mom! I wanna be normal! The only normal one is Jack-Jack, and he's not even toilet trained!!
Lucky. I meant about being normal.
So now I'm in deep trouble. I mean, one more jolt of this death ray and I’m an epitaph. Somehow I managed to find cover and what does Baron Von Ruthless do?
He starts monologuing.
He starts monologuin'! He starts, like, this prepared speech about how feeble I am compared to him. How inevitable my defeat is, how the world will soon be his! Yada, yada, yada.
Yammerin'.
Yammerin'! I mean, the guy has me on a platter, and he won’t shut up.
Municiberg, we have a 23-56...
23-56, what is that? Robbery?
This is just sad.
Yeah, robbery. Wanna catch a robber?
No. 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.
He's not alone. The fat guy’s still with him. They’re just talking.
What are we doin' here, Bob?
We're protecting people.
Nobody asked us.
You need an invitation?
I'd like one, yes. We keep sneakin' out to do this, and... you remember Gazerbeam?
Yeah. There was somethin' about him in the paper.
He had trouble adjusting to civilian life, too.
When's the last time you saw him?
I don't see anyone from the old days, Bob. Just you. And we're pushin' our luck as it is.
Oh, come on. Come on, come on.
It was fun the first time, but if we keep doin' this, we’re gonna get—
We have a report on a fire...
A fire. We're close! [yelling] YEAH, BABY!
We're gonna get caught.
WOOO-HOO!
Fire! Yeah!
Is that everybody!?
Yeah, that's everyone!
It better be. [He attempts to generate ice in vain]
Can't you put this out?
I can't lay down a layer thick enough! It's evaporating too fast!
Well, what's that mean?
It means it's hot! And I'm dehydrated, Bob!
You're out of ice? You can't run out of ice! I thought you used the water in the air!
There is no water in this air! What's your excuse, run outta muscle?!
I just can't go smashing into walls! The building's getting weaker by the second! It's gonna come down on top of us!
I wanted to go bowling!!!
All right! Stay right on my tail! This is gonna get hot!
Yeah....
Uh-oh.
Oh, good.
Oh, now that ain’t right.
WE LOOK LIKE BAD GUYS! INCOMPETENT BAD GUYS!!!
You can get water out of the air!
FREEZE! [They do] [Lucius, noticing a water cooler, picks up a paper cup and begins to fill it with water] FREEZE!
I'm thirsty.
I SAID FREEZE!!!
I’m just... getting... a drink. [He drinks the water]
Alright. You’ve had your drink.... Now I want you to...
I know. I know... [drops the cup] Freeze. [He shoots a breeze of ice, freezing the officer and even the bullet]
Shots fired!
POLICE OFFICERS!
That was way too close. We are not doing that again.
Verify you wanna switch targets? Over.
Trust me. This is the one he’s been looking for.
I thought you'd be back by 11.
I said I'd be back later.
I assumed you’d be back later. If you came back at all...you’d be "back later".
Well, I’m back, okay?
Is this... rubble?
It was just a little workout. Just to stay loose.
You know how I feel about that, Bob! Darn you! We can’t blow our cover again!
The building was coming down anyway.
What?! You knocked down a building?!
It was on fire. Structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway.
Tell me you haven't been listening to the police scanner again.
Look, I performed a public service. You act like that’s a bad thing!
It is a bad thing, Bob! Uprooting our family again, so you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!
Reliving the glory days is better than acting like they didn’t happen!
Yes! They happened! But this, our family, is what’s happening now, Bob. And you are missing this! I can’t believe you don’t wanna go to your own son’s graduation!
It’s not a graduation. He’s moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade.
It’s a ceremony!
It’s psychotic! They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity but if someone is genuinely exceptional, then—
This is not about you, Bob! This is about Dash!
You wanna do something for Dash?! Then let him actually compete! Let him go out for sports!
I will not be made the enemy here! You know why we can't do that!
BECAUSE HE'D BE GREAT!!
THIS IS NOT… ABOUT… YOU!
All right, Dash. I know you’re listening. Come on out.
Vi? You, too, young lady. [Violet materializes]
Come on. Come on out. It’s okay, kids. We’re just having a discussion.
Pretty loud discussion.
Yeah. But that’s okay. Because what’s important is that Mommy and I are always a team. We’re always united against, uh, the forces of, uh...
Pigheadedness?
I was gonna say evil or something.
We’re sorry we woke you. Everything’s okay. Go back to bed. It’s late.
Good night, Mom. Night, Dad.
Good night.
In fact, we should all be in bed. [walks over to the nearby lamp and turns it off as dog barks. Cut to the next day. Bob sits at his tiny desk. One look at his bleary face says it all: he hasn't slept all night. His intercom BEEPS. Bob glares at it a beat, then hits ANSWER.]
Woman [on phone]: Request claim on claim numbers 158183....
HAVEN'T YOU GOT HIM YET, HEY WHERE IS HE?!? PLEASE! RIGHT NOW!
Huph's Secretary: [over the intercom] Mr. Huph would like to talk to you in his office.
Now?
Huph's Secretary: Now...
Sit down, Bob.
I'm not happy, Bob. Not.... happy?!? [He gets up.] Ask me why.
Okay. Why?
Why what? Be specific, Bob.
Why are you unhappy?
Your customers make me unhappy.
What, you’ve gotten complaints?
Complaints I can handle. What I can't handle is your clients' inexplicable knowledge of Insuricare's inner workings!! They're experts! EXPERTS, Bob! Exploiting every loophole, dodgin' every obstacle, they're penetrating the bureaucracy!!
Did I do something illegal?
No.
Are you saying we shouldn’t help our customers?
The law requires that I answer no.
We're supposed to help people.
We're supposed to help OUR PEOPLE!! Starting with our stockholders, Bob, who's helping them out, huh?! [He sighs and regains composure.] You know, Bob... [He moves a letter that says:] [Memo: Policy Notification] [To: Employee] [From: Gilbert Huph] [Due to financial cutbacks, you will be expected to self-expense all office supplies, including but not limited to pencils, erasers, pens, paper, stationery, folders, staples, paper clips, brads, and photocopies. All parking will now be metered by the hour. Electricity consumption and all telephone charges will be deducted from your paycheck.] [The Board of Directors at Insuricare wishes to thank you for your selfless sacrifice through this time of financial uncertainty. It is because of you, the employee, that Insuricare has recorded its highest profit in years. Remember, a successful company makes for successful employees. Every penny you save is another penny that goes in.... [the rest is covered by Huph's finger] Salutations, Gilbert Huph] ...a company...
Is like an enormous clock.
...is like an enormous clo- Yes, precisely! It only works...if all the little cogs...mesh together! Now, a clock needs to be clean, well-lubricated and wound tight. The best clocks have jewel movements, cogs that fit, that cooperate by design. [chuckling] I’m being metaphorical, Bob....You know what I mean by cooperative cogs? Bob...?...Bob...?
[seriously grabs Bob by the chin and angrily pulls him toward him] LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, PARR! [Outside the window, Bob sees a man is being mugged]
That man out there, he needs help!
Do NOT change the subject, Bob! We’re discussing YOUR! ATTITUDE!
He is getting mugged!
Well, let's hope we don't cover him!
I'll be right back. [puts his hand on the doorknob]
STOP RIGHT NOW, OR YOU'RE FIRED!? [Bob stops, crushes the doorknob and angrily turns red] [Huph grins evilly] Close the door. [Bob reluctantly does] Get over here...now. [Bob lets go of the doorknob, now crushed out of shape, and walks over to Huph.] [seriously] I'm not happy, Bob. Not happy. [Bob watches the mugger getting away]
He got away.
Good thing, too... heh! You were this close to losing your j- [Bob furiously grabs Huph by the throat and throws him through 5 office walls. Huph crashes into a filing cabinet, badly injured. Everyone stares at Bob in shock]
Uh-oh. [Cut to the hospital where Huph is seen in a full body cast in a hospital room]
Please report to operating room 722 immediately. [Rick Dicker comes out of the room where Huph is hospitalized. Bob and Rick conversate while heading to the elevator.]
How is he?
He'll live.
I'm fired, aren't I?
Oh, you think?
What can I say, Rick?
Nothin' you haven’t said before.
Someone was in trouble.
Someone's always in trouble.
I had to do something.
Yeah. Every time you say those words, it means a month and a half of trouble for me, Bob. It means hundreds of thousands of taxpayer's dollars.
I know.
We gotta pay to keep the company quiet. We gotta pay damages, erase memories, relocate your family. Every time it gets harder. Money, money, money, money, money. W-We can’t keep doing this, Bob! [he enters the elevator] We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you're on your own.
Uh, listen, Bob.
Maybe I could relocate you. You know, for old times’ sake.
No. I can’t do that to my family. Everyone just got settled. I’ll make it work. Thanks.
Take care of yourself.
[Rick lets go of the elevator doors. Bob stares at them, numb]
Honey?!
What?
Where’s my supersuit?
What?
WHERE… IS MY SUPER SUIT?!
I, uh… put it away!
Where?!
Why do you need to know?!
I NEED IT!
Uh-uh! Don’t you think about runnin' off doin' no derrin’-do! We’ve been plannin' this dinner for two months!
The public is in danger!
My evening’s in danger!
YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS, WOMAN! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!
Greater good?! I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!
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