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Mr. Incredible: The robot's in the financial district. Which exit do I take?
Elastigirl: Traction Avenue.
Mr. Incredible: That'll take me downtown. I take Seventh, don't I?
Elastigirl: Don't take Seventh!
Mr. Incredible: Great, we missed it!
Elastigirl: You asked me how to get there and I told you. Exit at Traction!
Mr. Incredible: That'll take me downtown!
Elastigirl: It's coming up, get in the right lane! Signal!
Mr. Incredible: We don't exit at Traction!
Elastigirl: YOU'RE GONNA MISS IT!
[Mr. Incredible yanks the wheel over and careens down the exit]
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Helen: Tell me you haven't been listening to the police scanner again
Bob: Look, I performed a public service. You act like that's a bad thing.
Helen: It is a bad thing, Bob! Uprooting our family *again* so that you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!
Bob: [Defensively] Reliving the glory days is better than pretending they never happened!
Helen: Yes! They happened, but this; our family, is what's happening now, Bob! And you're missing this! I can't believe you don't want to go to your own son's graduation!
Bob: It's not a graduation. He is moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade.
Helen: It's a ceremony!
Bob: It's psychotic! They created new ways to celebrate mediocrity, but it someone is genuinely exceptional...
Helen: This is not about you, Bob. This is about Dash.
Bob: You want to do something for Dash? Well, let him actually compete! Let him go out for sports!
Helen: I will not be made the enemy here! You *know* why we can't!
Bob: Because he'd be *GREAT*!
Helen: [Growing in size looming over Bob] This is not - about - YOU!
Bob: [Notices a disturbance] Alright, Dash. Come on out I know you're listening.
Helen: Vi, you too, young lady.
Bob: It's okay. Your mother and I were just having a discussion.
Violet: A pretty loud discussion.
Bob: Yeah, but that's okay. Because Mommy and I are always united. Against the... uh forces of...
Helen: Pig-headedness?
Bob: I was gonna say evil or something...
Helen: We're sorry we woke you. Everything's alright, get back to bed... in fact
[to Bob]
Helen: we should *all* be in bed.
Eli Fucile
Extended Reading
