Syndrome: It's finally ready! You know, I went through quite a few supers to make it worthy to fight you, but man, it wasn't good enough! After you trashed the last one, I had to make some major modifications. Sure, it was difficult, but you are worth it. I mean, after all... I am your biggest fan. Mr. Incredible: Buddy? Syndrome: My name is not Buddy! And it's not Incrediboy, either. That ship has sailed. All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help, and what do you say to me? Mr. Incredible: Fly home, Buddy. I work alone. Syndrome: It tore me apart. But I learned an important lesson. You can't count on anyone, especially your heroes.
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親愛的，我從來不看過去，那只讓我從當下分心！
Elastigirl: Put these on. Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.
Edna: I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now.
Dash: We're dead! We're dead! We survived but we're dead!
Edna: My God, you've gotten fat.
Kari: Hi, this is Kari, sorry for freakin' out but your baby has *special needs*.
Kari: Hi, this is Kari, sorry for freakin' out but your baby has *special needs*.
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 derring-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 gonna get!
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.
Edna: This is a horrible suit, darling. You can't be seen in this. I won't allow it. Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now? Feh! Bob: Wait, what do you mean? *You* designed it. Edna: I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now.
Helen: Now I'm losing him! What'll I do? What'll I do? Edna: What are you talking about? Helen: Huh? Edna: You are Elastigirl! My God... Edna: Pull-yourself-together! "What will you do?" Is this a question? You will show him you remember that he is Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who *you* are. Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win! Edna: And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.
Edna: I cut it a little roomy for the free movement, the fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin... Edna: And it can also withstand a temperature of over 1000 degrees. Completely bulletproof... Edna: And machine washable, darling. That's a new feature.
Mr. Incredible: I was wrong to treat you that way. I'm sorry... Syndrome: See? Now you respect me, because I'm a threat. That's the way it works. Turns out there are lots of people, whole countries, that want respect, and will pay through the nose to get it. How do you think I got rich? I invented weapons, and now I have a weapon that only I can defeat, and when I unleash it... Syndrome: Oh, ho ho! You sly dog! You got me monologuing! I can't believe it...
Helen: Now it's perfectly normal... 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! Dash: Lucky... Dash: Uh, I meant about being normal.
Syndrome: Oh, no. Elastigirl? You married Elastigirl? Ho, ho, ho... Syndrome: Oh - and got biz-zay! It's a whole family of supers! Looks like I hit the jackpot! Oh, this is just too good!
Dash: Are we there yet? Mr. Incredible: We get there when we get there!
Syndrome: It's finally ready! You know, I went through quite a few supers to make it worthy to fight you, but man, it wasn't good enough! After you trashed the last one, I had to make some major modifications. Sure, it was difficult, but you are worth it. I mean, after all... I am your biggest fan. Mr. Incredible: Buddy? Syndrome: My name is not Buddy! And it's not Incrediboy, either. That ship has sailed. All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help, and what do you say to me? Mr. Incredible: Fly home, Buddy. I work alone. Syndrome: It tore me apart. But I learned an important lesson. You can't count on anyone, especially your heroes.
Helen: Dash... this is the third time this year you've been sent to the office. We need to find a better outlet. A more... constructive outlet. Dash: Maybe I could, if you'd let me go out for sports. Helen: Honey, you know why we can't do that. Dash: But I promise I'll slow up. I'll only be the best by a tiny bit. Helen: Dashiell Robert Parr, you are an incredibly competitive boy, and a bit of a show-off. The last thing you need is temptation. Dash: You always say 'Do your best', but you don't really mean it. Why can't I do the best that I can do? Helen: Right now, honey, the world just wants us to fit in, and to fit in, we gotta be like everyone else. Dash: But Dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of, our powers made us special. Helen: Everyone's special, Dash. Dash: Which is another way of saying no one is.
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 can become sane. Bob: Wait? You want to make me a suit? Edna: You push too hard, darling! But I accept!
Helen: What on earth do you think the baby will be doing? Edna: Well, I am sure I don't know, darling. Luck favors the prepared.
Mr. Incredible: I should have told you I was fired, I admit it. But I didn't want you to worry. Elastigirl: You didn't want me to *worry*? And now we're running for our lives through some godforsaken jungle? Mr. Incredible: You keep trying to pick a fight, but I'm still just happy you're alive.
Principal: I appreciate you coming down here, Mrs. Parr. Helen: What is this about? Has Dash done something wrong? Bernie Kropp: He's a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class. Dash: He says. Bernie Kropp: Look, I know it's you! Bernie Kropp: He puts thumbtacks on my stool. Helen: You saw him do this? Bernie Kropp: Well, not real... No, actually not. Helen: Then, how do you know it was him? Bernie Kropp: I hid a camera. Bernie Kropp: And this time I got him. Bernie Kropp: See? You see? Bernie Kropp: What, you don't see it? Bernie Kropp: He moves! Right there! Wait, wait... Right there! Right as I'm sitting down! I don't know, I don't know how he does it. But, there's no tack on my stool before he moves and after he moves, there's a tack! Coincidence? I think not! Principal: Uh... Bernie? Bernie Kropp: Don't "Bernie" me! This little rat is guilty! Principal: You and your son may go now, Mrs. Parr. I'm sorry for the trouble. Bernie Kropp: You're letting him go again? He's guilty! You can see it in his smug little face. Guilty, I say! Guilty! Guilty! No!
Violet: Ow! Elastigirl: Violet! Violet: It's not my fault! Dash ran away and I knew I'd get blamed for it... Dash: THAT'S NOT TRUE! Elastigirl: Dash! Violet: And I thought he'd try to sneak on the plane so I came in... Dash: You said, "Something's up with Mom, we have to find out what!" Violet: ...And then you closed the doors before I could find him... Dash: ...It was YOUR idea, YOUR idea-! Violet: ...AND IT'S NOT MY FAULT! Dash: ...100 percent, all yours, all the time IDEA! Elastigirl: Wait a minute, wait a minute! You left Jack-Jack ALONE? Violet: Yes Mom, I'm completely stupid - OF COURSE we got a sitter... Dash: No, we got someone, Mom! Somebody great! We wouldn't do that! Violet: Do you think I'm totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot!
Mr. Incredible: Wait here and stay hidden. I'm going in. Elastigirl: While what? I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don't think so. Mr. Incredible: I'm asking you to wait with the kids. Elastigirl: And I'm telling you, not a chance. You're my husband, I'm with you - for better or worse. Mr. Incredible: I have to do this alone. Elastigirl: What is this to you? Playtime? Mr. Incredible: No. Elastigirl: So you can be Mr. Incredible again? Mr. Incredible: No! Elastigirl: Then what? What is it? Mr. Incredible: I'm not... Elastigirl: Not what? Mr. Incredible: Not... I'm not strong enough. Elastigirl: Strong enough? And this will make you stronger? Mr. Incredible: Yes. No! Elastigirl: That's what this is? Some sort of work out? Mr. Incredible: I can't lose you again! Mr. Incredible: I can't. Not again. I'm not s-strong enough. Elastigirl: If we work together, you won't have to be. Mr. Incredible: I don't know what will happen... Elastigirl: Hey, c'mon. We're superheroes. What could happen?
Helen: I'd like to speak to Edna, please. Edna: This is Edna. Helen: E? This is Helen. Edna: Helen who? Helen: Helen Parr. You know... Helen: Elastigirl. Edna: DARLING! How are you, it's been such a long time... Helen: Yes, yes, it's been a while. Listen, there's only one person who Bob would trust to patch a super suit, and that's you, E. Edna: Yes, yes, marvelous suit, darling, much better than those horrible pajamas he used to wear. Helen: Huh? Edna: They're all finished, when are you coming to see? Helen: Look, I'm calling about... Edna: Don't make me beg, darling, I won't do it, you know! Helen: Beg? Uh, no, I'm, I'm calling about a suit, about, about Bob's suit. I'm calling about Bob's suit! Edna: You come in one hour darling, I insist, okay? Okay, bye-bye.
Mirage: He's not weak, you know. Syndrome: What? Mirage: Valuing life is not weakness. Syndrome: Oh, hey, look, look, if you're talking about what happened in the containment unit, I had everything under control. Mirage: And disregarding it is not strength. Syndrome: Look, I called his bluff, sweetheart, that's all. I knew he wouldn't have it in him to actually... Mirage: Next time you gamble, bet *your own* life!
Helen: Dash, do have something you want to tell your father about school? Dash: Oh, uh... Well, we dissected a frog... Helen: Dash got sent to the office again. Bob: Good, good. Helen: No, Bob. That's bad. Bob: What? Helen: Dash got sent to the office again. Bob: What? What for? Dash: Nothing! Helen: He put a tack on the teacher's chair. *During* class. Dash: Nobody saw me. You could barely see it on the tape. Bob: They caught you on tape and you still got away with it? Whoa! You must have been booking! How fast do you think you were going? Helen: Bob, we are not encouraging this!
Syndrome: You, sir, truly are Mr. Incredible. You know, I was right to idolize you? I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super? Oh, MAN! I'm still geeking out about it! Syndrome: And then you just had to go and ruin the ride. I mean, Mr. Incredible calling for help? Syndrome: Help me! Help me! Lame, lame, lame, lame, *lame*!
Lucius: So now I'm in deep trouble. I mean, one more jolt of this death ray and I'm an epitaph. Somehow I manage to find cover and what does Baron von Ruthless do? Bob: He starts monologuing. Lucius: He starts monologuing! 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*, yadda yadda yadda. Bob: Yammering. Lucius: Yammering! I mean, the guy has me on a platter and he won't shut up!
Frozone: Just like old times, huh Bob? Mr. Incredible: Just like old times. Frozone: Ha-ha, yeah. Hurt then, too. Ow.
Elastigirl: I think your father is in trouble. Violet: If you haven't noticed, Mom, we're not doin' so hot either.
Elastigirl: All right, well, who'd you get? Kari: You don't have to worry about one single thing, Mrs. Parr. I've got this baby-sitting thing wired. I've taken courses and learned CPR, and I've got excellent marks and certificates I can produce on demand. Elastigirl: Kari? Kari: I also brought Mozart to play while he sleeps to make him smarter because leading experts say Mozart makes babies smarter. Elastigirl: Kari... Kari: ...And the beauty part is the babies don't even have to listen 'cause they're asleep! You know, I wish my parents played Mozart when I slept because half the time I don't even know what the heck anyone's talking about! Elastigirl: Kari, I really don't feel comfortable with this. I'll pay you for your trouble but I'd really rather call a service. Kari: Oh, there's really no need, Mrs. Parr. I can totally handle anything this baby can dish out. Kari: Can't I, little baby? Who can handle it? Who can handle it?
Dash: Look, I'm The Dash. The Dash likes. Yeah-hah.
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.
