The Incredibles

2004 American computer-animated superhero film

The Incredibles is a 2004 Academy Award-winning computer animated feature film in which, while trying to lead a quiet suburban life, a family of undercover superheroes are forced into action to save the world. Incredibles 2 was a sequel in 2018.

Save the day.
Directed and written by Brad Bird. released theatrically on November 5, 2004
Save the Day.(taglines)

Robert "Bob" Parr / Mr. Incredible edit

 
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 10 minutes?! Please?!"
  • [first lines] Is this on? [Interviewer: That's fine.] [muttering to himself] I can break through walls, I just can't... [Interviewer: That's fine.] I can't get this on. [he finally gets the clip secured and settles in] [Interviewer: 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. I mean, who wants the pressure of being super all the time?
  • 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 10 minutes?! Please?!"
  • Sometimes, I think I just like the simple life, you know, relax a little and raise a family.

Helen Parr / Elastigirl edit

  • Of course I have a secret identity. [about her super-suit] Can you see me in this at the supermarket? Come on! Who'd wanna go shopping as Elastigirl, you know what I mean?
  • India Golf Niner-Niner transmitting in the blind guard. Disengage, repeat, disengage!
  • Brace yourselves! Everybody calm down! Now, I will tell you what we are not going to do. We're not gonna panic, and we're not gonna... LOOK OUT!

Lucius Best/Frozone edit

  • Super-ladies, they're always tryna tell you their secret identity. [whispers] Think it'll strengthen the relationship or somethin' 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-lightnin' babe? That's all right with me. I'm good. I'm good.
  • I don't see anyone from the old days, Bob. Just you. And we're pushing our luck as it is.
  • Where is my Super suit?!

Dashiell Robert Parr edit

  • [After a huge explosion destroys the Parrs' house] Does this mean we have to move again?

Violet Parr edit

  • I feel different. Is different okay?

Syndrome (Buddy Pine / IncrediBoy) edit

  • [After Elastigirl's plane is destroyed] Ah, you'll get over it. I seem to recall you prefer to work alone.
  • [after realizing that Mr. Incredible didn't have it in him to crush the life out of Mirage] I knew you couldn't do it, even when you have got nothing to lose. You're weak! And I've outgrown you.
  • [has just caught the entire Parr family with his zero-point energy beams] What have we here? Matching uniforms? [sees Helen] Oh, no. Elastigirl? You married Elastigirl?! [laughs, then looks at Violet and Dash] And got bizzay! It's a whole family of Supers! Looks like I've hit the jackpot! [laughs] This is just too good!
  • [freezes the Parr family as they barge into the house while holding a sleeping Jack-Jack; quietly] Shh. The baby is sleeping. [snickers sinisterly] You took away my future. I'm simply returning the favor. Don't worry, I'll be a good mentor. Supportive, encouraging. Everything you weren't! And in time, who knows, he might make a good sidekick.
  • [last words before his death] This isn't the end of it! I will get your son, eventually! I'll get your son! [laughs and gasps as he sees Mr. Incredible hurling his car into the air] Oh, no.

Mirage edit

  • [on message computer] The Supers aren't gone, Mr. Incredible. You're still here. You can still do great things. Or… you can listen to police scanners. Your choice. You have 24 hours to respond. Think about it. [fades out]
  • [about Syndrome] He's attracted to power. So am I. It's a weakness we share.
  • [as she and Mr. Incredible see Helen] Hello. You must be Mrs. In-- [just as she's about to say "Incredible", Helen punches her]
  • [having had enough of Syndrome's evil after he taunted Mr Incredible with his family's apparent demise] Next time you gamble, bet your own life.

Edna "E" Mode edit

  • I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now!
  • You will show him you remember that he is Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who you are!
  • NO CAPES!

Underminer edit

  • Behold, the Underminer! I am always beneath you, but nothing is beneath me! I hereby declare war against peace and happiness! Soon, all will tremble before me!

Dialogue edit

[First lines, seated in front of a colored backing is a magnificent masked man in a superhero suit: early twenties, ruggedly handsome and powerfully built, he fiddles with a clip-on microphone. We're watching a faded documentary, shot in 16mm. A title fades in, identifying the man as Mr. Incredible]
Mr. Incredible: Is this on?
Interviewer: That's fine.
Mr. Incredible: [muttering to himself] I can break through walls, I just can't...
Interviewer: That's fine.
Mr. Incredible: I can't get this on.
[He finally gets the clip secured and settles in]
Interviewer: So, Mr. Incredible... do you have a secret identity?
Mr. Incredible: 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?
[Resume documentary: Another striking, masked superhero, a woman this time. A title identifies her as Elastigirl]
Elastigirl: 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, you know what I mean?
[Resume documentary: Yet another superhero, sleek, black, dressed in an ice-blue suit. Super title: Frozone]
Frozone: Superladies, they're always trying to tell you their secret identity. Think it'll strengthen the relationship or something like that. I said, "Girl, I don't want to know about your mild-mannered alter ego." or anything like that. I mean, you tell me you're a super-mega-ultra-lightning-babe, that's all right with me. I'm good. I'm good.
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 10 minutes?"
Interviewer: I could get to that point.
Mr. Incredible: "Please?" [laughs, then sighs]
Interviewer: Wait, no, don't get up. We're not finished.
Mr. Incredible: Sometimes I think I'd just like the simple life, you know? Relax a little and raise a family.
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. [fades to black]

[Sirens wail. 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 submachine 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 late thirties listens to his radio. If he looks familiar, it's because he is the same man we saw earlier: Mr. Incredible sans mask and super-suit. Suddenly the music is interrupted by an announcer]
Radio Voice: We interrupt for an important bulletin. A deadly high-speed pursuit between police and armed gunmen is underway, traveling northbound on San Pablo Avenue.
[Bob presses a button. The radio flips: converting to a screen filled with a moving aerial map of the city streets. He selects "Isolate Pursuit". 2 red dots appear, moving quickly over the map. He makes a hard right turn. Looks at the screen. A tiny "i" icon (Mr. Incredible's logo) closes in on the 2 red dots. He checks his watch]
Bob Parr: Yeah, I've got time.
[And 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]
Old Lady: Mr. Incredible. Um, Mr. Incredible...
[Mr. Incredible pulls up. His window whooshes open]
Mr. Incredible: What is it, ma'am?
Old Lady: [pointing to tree] My cat, Squeaker, won't come down.
[Mr. Incredible glances at his screen: the pursuit is headed his way. He thinks, making some quick calculations, then]
Mr. Incredible: Certainly, ma'am but I suggest you stand clear. There could be trouble.
Old Lady: No, no. He's quite tame.
Mr. Incredible: Let go now!
[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 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 the cat. The car chase. The cars swerve into view now, bordering the park that Mr. Incredible is in. Mr. Incredible sees them and shakes the cat harder. Chase cars close in. Mr. Incredible. Car chase. The cat. Chase. Cat, 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]
Police Officer #1: Thank you, Mr. Incredible. You've done it again.
Police Officer #2: Yeah, you're the best.
Mr. Incredible: No, I'm just here to help.
Radio Voice: Attention all units. We have a tour bus robbery...
[Mr. Incredible frowns and looks at his watch. He makes a calculation, muttering to himself]
Mr. Incredible: Tour bus robbery. I've still got time. Officers, ma'am, Squeaker.

[Mr. Incredible jumps into the Incredi-Bile and is startled to find a pudgy kid wearing a mask and a homemade superhero costume sitting in the passenger seat]
Buddy Pine: [first words] Cool! Ready for take-off!
Mr. Incredible: What the...? Who are you supposed to be?
Buddy Pine: Well, I'm IncrediBoy.
[Mr. Incredible stares warily at the awkwardly costumed kid. He's starting to look familiar]
Mr. Incredible: What? No. You're that kid from the fan club. [stammering] Brophy-Br-Brody-Bu-Buddy! [sternly] Buddy.
Buddy Pine: [frowning] My name is IncrediBoy.
Mr. Incredible: Look, I've been nice, I've stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me but this is...
Buddy Pine: 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]
Buddy Pine: Hey! Hey, wait!

[A trail of stolen goods scattered across a rooftop leads us to a mugger. He mutters to himself as he roots through a stolen purse, disregarding some items, stuffing others into his pockets. A shadow looms on the wall behind him]
Mr. Incredible: You know...
[The snatcher looks up. Mr. Incredible grins]
Mr. Incredible: ...you can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse, but maybe that's not what you had in mind.
Mugger: Hey, look...
[Mr. Incredible closes in on him. The snatcher drops the purse, pulls a gun. An arm suddenly stretches into frame and delivers a right cross to the snatcher's jaw, knocking him out cold. Mr. Incredible looks up and sees a dazzling masked woman in an equally dazzling suit. She smiles. If she looks familiar, it's because she is the same woman we saw earlier: Elastigirl]
Mr. Incredible: Elastigirl.
Elastigirl: Mr. Incredible.
[Elastigirl moves to the snatcher, begins to pick him up]
Mr. Incredible: No, it's all right. I've got him.
Elastigirl: Sure, you've got him. I just took him out for you.
Mr. Incredible: Sure, you took him out. His attention was on me.
Elastigirl: A fact I exploited to do my job.
Mr. Incredible: My job, you mean.
Elastigirl: A simple thank you will suffice.
Mr. Incredible: Thanks, but I don't need any help.
[Elastigirl assesses him. Slowly moves closer]
Elastigirl: Whatever happened to "ladies first"?
Mr. Incredible: Well, whatever happened to equal treatment?
Mugger: [regaining consciousness] Hey, look, the lady got me first.
[Elastigirl coldcocks the crook with one stretched punch]
Elastigirl: Well, we could share, you know.
Mr. Incredible: I work alone.
[Elastigirl smiles, moves very close to Mr. Incredible]
Elastigirl: Well, I think you need to be more...
[In one fluid motion she loops around his body, suddenly behind him and before he can turn, back in front again]
Elastigirl: ...flexible.
Mr. Incredible: [dazzled] Are you doing anything later?
Elastigirl: I have a previous engagement.
[She makes a little stutter step to the edge of the roof and jumps, flips, loops and stretches across the rooftops like a liquid cat, disappearing into the setting sun. Mr. Incredible lets out a low whistle. That. Is a woman]

[Mr. Incredible handcuffs the purse-snatcher to a pipe]
Mr. Incredible: Now you just stay right here. They usually pick up the garbage in an hour.
Frozone: Hey, Incredible!
[Mr. Incredible turns. A helicopter sweeps past, machine guns blazing back towards its pursuer. Frozone swoops down, hot on its tail, surfing a sheet of ice that materializes in his path]
Mr. Incredible: Hey, Frozone!
[Frozone leaps, grabbing on to one of the chopper's skids]
Frozone: Shouldn't you be getting ready?!
[Mr. Incredible frowns, glancing at his watch. Mr. Incredible yells at the retreating copter]
Mr. Incredible: Hey, I've still got time!
[Off-screen, a woman screams]
Woman: [off-screen] He's going to 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, where a man stands poised to jump, then does. Mr. Incredible quickly gauges distances, and then dives off the edge, making a spectacular leap, and tackles the jumper in mid-air. They crash through an enormous window on the far side, and tumble to the floor in a shower of glass. Safe]
Oliver Sansweet: Ow! I think you broke something.
Mr. Incredible: Well, with counseling, I think you'll come to forgive me. [senses something] Wait a minute...
[Mr. Incredible slides Oliver 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 carrying two stuffed duffel bags. 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]
Mr. Incredible: Bomb Voyage.
Bomb Voyage: [first words] Monsieur Incroyable! [Mr. Incredible!]
Buddy Pine: [off-screen] And IncrediBoy!
[Both Mr. Incredible and Voyage turn and stare in disbelief at the kid, who awkwardly flies over to them]
Bomb Voyage: IncrediBoy?
Buddy Pine: Hey, hey! Aren't you curious about how I get around so fast? See? I have these rocket boots...
Mr. Incredible: Go home, Buddy.
Buddy Pine: What?
Mr. Incredible: Now.
Bomb Voyage: Petit idiot. [Little oaf.]
Buddy Pine: Can we talk? [he takes Bob aside] You 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!
Mr. Incredible: And now, you have officially carried it too far, Buddy.
[Mr. Incredible grabs Bomb Voyage before he could get away. There is an ugly flash in Buddy's eyes]
Buddy Pine: 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 invented these. I can fly. Can you fly?
Mr. Incredible: Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.
Bomb Voyage: [last words] Et ton costume est complètement ridicule! [And your outfit is totally ridiculous!]
Buddy Pine: Just give me one chance! I'll show you. I'll go get the police.
[As Buddy jogs to the shattered window, Mr. Incredible sees that Voyage has clipped a small bomb onto Buddy's cape]
Mr. Incredible: Buddy, don't!
Buddy Pine: It'll only take a second, really.
Mr. Incredible: [takes off after him] No, stop! There's a bomb!
[Mr. Incredible grabs Buddy's cape just as "IncrediBoy" takes off, taking Mr. Incredible with him. Mr. Incredible & the boy rocket wildly out of control, spraying sparks in every direction, Mr. Incredible grabbing at the cape desperately for the bomb]
Buddy Pine: Let go! You're wrecking my flight pattern! I can do this if you let go!
Mr. Incredible: Will you just...? I'm trying to help! Stop!
Buddy Pine: 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 get 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]

[Police and Paramedics have arrived, cordoning off the accident scene and treating the injured. Mr. Incredible hands Buddy over to the police]
Mr. Incredible: Take this one home. And make sure his mom knows what he's been doing.
Buddy Pine: I can help you. You're making a mista...hey!
[The cops shove Buddy into the backseat of their car]
Mr. Incredible: The injured jumper. You sent paramedics?
Police Officer #1: They've already picked him up.
Mr. Incredible: 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.
Police Officer #2: You mean he got away?
Mr. Incredible: Well, yeah. Skippy here made sure of that.
Buddy Pine: IncrediBoy!
Mr. Incredible: You're not affiliated with me!
[A tiny alarm sounds. Mr. Incredible checks his wristwatch]
Mr. Incredible: Holy smokes, I'm late. Listen, I've gotta be somewhere.
[Mr. Incredible signals the Incredi-Bile with a remote. It roars into view, squeals to a stop next to him]
Police Officer #1: What about Bomb Voyage?
Mr. Incredible: Any other night, I'd go after him myself, but I really gotta go. But don't worry. We'll get him! Eventually?!
[Mr. Incredible fires the afterburners. The cops watch in dismay as the Incredi-Bile roars off]

[Mr. Incredible enters, dressed smartly in a tux, fumbling with his tie]
Bob Parr: Is the night still young?
Lucius Best: You're very late.
Bob Parr: How do I look? Good?
[His best man Lucius (aka Frozone) stops him before he...]
Lucius Best: Oh, the mask! You still got the mask.
[Best reaches up and pulls off his Mr. Incredible mask. Bob takes a deep breath and pushes open the chapel doors]
Bob Parr: Showtime.
[Bob the groom stands at the altar with his bride, Helen, who we quickly realize is also Elastigirl]
Minister: Robert Parr, will you have this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?
Helen Parr: 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 Parr: It was playful banter.
Helen Parr: Cutting it kinda close, don't ya think?
Bob Parr: You need to be more... flexible.
Helen Parr: 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?
Minister: ...so long as you both shall live?
Bob Parr: I do.
Minister: I pronounce this couple husband and wife.
[They kiss. A crowd of superheroes cheer from the pews]
Helen Parr: As long as we both shall live. No matter what happens.
Bob Parr: Hey, come on. We're superheroes. What could happen?

[The screen switches to a newsflash]
Newsreel Narrator: In a stunning turn of events, a superhero is being sued for saving someone who, apparently, didn't want to be saved. The plaintiff, Oliver Sansweet, who was foiled in his attempted suicide by Mr. Incredible, has filed suit against the famed superhero in Superior Court.
[Oliver Sansweet's lawyer stands next to him on the crowded front steps, and speaks to a cluster of reporters]
Oliver Sansweet's Lawyer: Mr. Sansweet didn't ask to be saved. Mr. Sansweet didn't want to be saved. And the injuries received from Mr. Incredible's "actions" so-called, cause him daily pain.
[The crowd stirs as Mr. Incredible appears and points a threatening finger at Oliver Sansweet]
Mr. Incredible: Hey, I saved your life!
Oliver Sansweet: You didn't save my life, you ruined my death, that's what you did!
Mr. Incredible: Listen, you little piece of...
Mr. Incredible's Lawyer: [cuts him off] My client has no further comment at this time.
[Shots of the train accident scene]
Newsreel Narrator: Five days later, another suit was filed by victims of the el train accident.
[Shots of a courtroom filled with neck-braced train-wreck victims. A lawyer goes through his paces, often gesturing toward a glowering Mr. Incredible]
Newsreel Narrator: Incredible's court losses cost the government millions. And opened the flood gates for dozens of superhero lawsuits the world over.
[A series of spinning newspaper headlines describing the succession of lawsuits brought against Superheroes: "DynaGuy sued!", "'SUPER' DAMAGES!", "X-RAY VISION PEEPING TOM?" Irate Taxpayers demonstrate, waving placards that read: "NO MORE SUPER BAILOUTS!", "$UPER EXPEN$IVE!", etc. A Senator addresses her colleagues from the floor of the House of Representatives]
Senator: It is time for their secret identity to become their only identity. Time for them to join us, or go away.
Newsreel Narrator: Under tremendous public pressure, and the crushing financial burden of an ever mounting series of lawsuits, the government quietly initiated the superhero relocation program.
[Superheroes exiting the public stage, as they wave goodbye (ala Nixon), duck into cars in a shower of popping flashbulbs, cheered by supporters, jeered by opponents, etc]
Newsreel Narrator: The supers will be granted amnesty from responsibility for past actions, in exchange for the promise to never again resume hero work. Where are they now?
[A throng of people mill about the city streets in diverse anonymity]
Newsreel Narrator: They are living among us. Average citizens, average heroes. Quietly and anonymously continuing to make the world a better place.
[The music crescendoes as camera lifts up to the horizon and the sun streaming through the clouds]

[Bob stamps in the red "Denied and X mark" in the newspaper versions]
Mrs. Hogenson: Denied? You're denying my claim? I don't understand...I have full coverage!
[Her claims adjuster Bob Parr looks up, he looks familiar. In 15 years later, it's none other than Mr. Incredible himself, now balding, sixty-four pounds heavier and dressed in a too-tight white collar shirt. Mrs. Hogenson sits across from him, bewildered and upset]
Bob Parr: I'm sorry, Mrs. Hogenson, but our liability is spelled out in paragraph 17. It states clearly--
Mrs. Hogenson: [stammering] I-I can't pay for this!
[Bob hears phone rings]
Bob Parr: Excuse me. [answers phone] Claims, Bob Parr.
[Helen Parr chats amiably as she bathes her happy toddler Jack-Jack in the sink of their airy, ranch-style kitchen. Her hairstyle has changed, her hips have widened a little, but Motherhood has agreed with her, and little else has changed from her Elastigirl days. A stack of empty moving boxes are stacked haphazardly near the door]
Helen Parr: I'm calling to celebrate a momentous occasion. We're now, officially moved in!
Bob Parr: Yeah, well, that’s great, honey. And the last three years don’t count because...
Helen Parr: Because I finally unpacked the last box. Now, it's official. Ha, ha, ha! Why do we have so much junk?
Bob Parr: Listen, honey, I've got a client.
Helen Parr: Say no more. Go save the world one policy at a time, honey. Oh! I gotta go pick up the kids from school. See you tonight.
Bob Parr: Bye, honey. [to Mrs. Hogenson] Excuse me. Where were we?
Mrs. Hogenson: [crying] I'm on a fixed income, and if you can't help me, I don't know what I'll do. [blows nose loudly; crying]
Bob Parr: All right, listen closely. I'd like to help you, but I can't. I'd like to tell you to take a copy of your policy to Norma Wilcox on... [whispering] Norma Wilcox, W-I-L-C-O-X, on the third floor, but I can't. I also do not advise you to fill out and file a WS2475 form with our legal department on the second floor. I would not expect someone to get back to you quickly to resolve the matter. I'd like to help, but there's nothing i can do. [shouting loudly] I'M SORRY, MA'AM! I KNOW YOU'RE UPSET!! [whispering] Pretend to be upset.
Gilbert Huph: [first words] PAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! You authorized payment on the Walker policy?!
Bob Parr: Somebody broke into their house, Mr. Huph. Their policy clearly covers them against...
Gilbert Huph: I don't wanna know about their coverage, Bob! Don't tell me about their coverage! Tell me how you're keeping Insuricare in the black! Tell me how that's possible with you writing checks to every Harry Hardluck and Sally Sobstory THAT GIVES YOU A PHONE CALL! [angrily storms out of Bob's cubicle]
[Mr. Huph leaves. Bob stands there impotently, then sits]
Voice on PA: Morning break is over. Morning break is over.
[Knocking his pencil holder over]

[Helen enters, and sees her son Dash (age 10, blonde hair) sitting hunched in a chair. Before him are two men, Dash's teacher Bernie Kropp, balding, tense, and looking older than his 36 years, and the school's principal]
Principal: I appreciate you coming down here, Mrs. Parr.
[Helen looks at Dash]
Helen Parr: What is this about? Has Dash done something wrong?
Bernie Kropp: [first words] He's a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.
Dash Parr: [muttering] He says.
Bernie Kropp: [to Dash] Look, I know it's you! [to Helen] He puts thumbtacks on my stool.
Helen Parr: You saw him do this?
Bernie Kropp: Well, not real... No, actually not.
Helen Parr: Oh. Then, how do you know it was him?
Bernie Kropp: I hid a camera. [has the videotape. Dash gasps and looks at Helen, glaring at him] And this time I got him. [The footage shows Bernie heading to his seat and when he's about to sit down, for a couple of frames, Dash is seen running to the seat and back to his desk] See? You see? [Helen and the principal squint in an attempt to try to see it] What, you don’t see it? [facepalms, sighs, and rewinds the tape] He moves! Right there! [pauses] 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.....[pats his shoulder]
Bernie Kropp: Don't "Bernie" me... [angrily points to Dash] THIS LITTLE RAT IS GUILTY!!!!!!!
Principal: You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr. I'm sorry for the trouble.
Bernie Kropp: [last words; turns red in angriest] You're letting him go again?! He's guilty! You can see it on his smug little face!! GUILTY, I SAY, GUILTY!!!!!!!!! GUILTY, GUILTY!!!! NO!!!!!

[Dash and Helen ride in their car to Violet's school.]
Helen Parr: 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 Parr: Maybe I could, if you’d let me go out for sports.
Helen Parr: Honey, you know why we can’t do that.
Dash Parr: I promise I’ll slow up. I’ll only be the best by a tiny bit.
Helen Parr: Dashiell Robert Parr, you are an incredibly competitive boy, and a bit of a showoff. The last thing you need is temptation.
Dash Parr: 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 Parr: Right now, honey, the world just wants us to fit in, and to fit in, we just gotta be like everybody else.
Dash Parr: Dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Our powers made us special.
Helen Parr: Everyone’s special, Dash.
Dash Parr: [muttering] Which is another way of saying no one is.

[At Western View Junior High, Violet stands next to the stairs outside and Tony, her crush, walks out.]
Boy: Hey, Rydinger. Where you headed?
Girl: Hi, Tony.
Tony Rydinger: Hey.
Boy: Hey, Tony, can I carry your books?
Tony Rydinger: That’s kind of funny.
Boy 1: Hey, Tony, do you play football?
Boy 2: Tony, I thought we were gonna go swimming.
[Tony walks by Violet but when he turns around he doesn't see anyone. Confused, Tony walks away. Violet was invisible but her clothes were still visible. She becomes visible again]
Violet Parr: He looked at me.
[car horn honking]
Dash Parr: Come on, Violet!

[Bob is on a interstate highway, heading home from Insuricare]
Bob Parr: [slowly arrives with his grossly under-sized hatchback, opens the door, accidentally slips on a skateboard and leaves a finger crush on the door, muttering angrily] Darn kids. Sitting on the driveway. [notices his finger crush on the door] Oh, great. [attempts to shut the car door with increasing frustration. The third time he quickly throws it closed, only for the door window to crack and shatter. He loses his temper, turns red in anger and angrily lifts the car over his head, only to see Rusty McAllister on a tricycle staring at him. Rusty's bubblegum bubble pops. Bob puts the car down, and checks for Rusty. And goes back in the house]

[Everyone's eating at the dinner table while Helen feeds Jack-Jack]
Dash Parr: Mom. You're making weird faces again.
Helen Parr: Mmm... No, I'm not.
Bob Parr: You make weird faces, honey.
Helen Parr: Do you have to read at the table?
Bob Parr: Uh-huh. Yeah.
Helen Parr: [spots Dash trying to take a bite out of steak without cutting it] Smaller bites, Dash. Yikes! Bob, could you help the carnivore cut his meat?
Dash Parr: Ow!
Bob Parr: [comes over and cuts Dash a piece of steak]
Helen Parr: Dash, you have something you wanna tell your father about school?
Dash Parr: [nervously] Uh, um, well, we dissected a frog.
Helen Parr: Dash got sent to the office again.
Bob Parr: [distracted] Good. Good.
Helen Parr: No Bob, that's bad.
Bob Parr: What?
Helen Parr: Dash got sent to the office again.
Bob Parr: What?! What for?
Dash Parr: [through his teeth] Nothing!
Helen Parr: He put a tack on the teacher's chair...during class.
Dash Parr: Nobody saw me. You could barely see it on the tape.
Bob Parr: 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 Parr: Bob! We are not encouraging this.
Bob Parr: I'm not encouraging, I’m just asking how fast...
Helen Parr: Honey!
Bob Parr: [accidentally cuts through the plate and table and then pauses for a few seconds, causing it to collapse] Great. First the car, now I gotta pay to fix the table...
Helen Parr: The car?! What happened to the car?
Bob Parr: [furiously gives Dash his plate and angrily leaves] Here. I'm gettin' a new plate.
Helen Parr: So, how about you, Vi? How was school?
Violet Parr: Nothing to report.
Helen Parr: You’ve hardly touched your food.
Violet Parr: I’m not hungry for meatloaf.
Helen Parr: Well, it is leftover night. We have steak, pasta. What are you hungry for?
Dash Parr: [annoyingly teases Violet] Tony Rydinger.
Violet Parr: [getting angrily] Shut up!
Dash Parr: [annoyingly teases Violet again] Well, you are.
Violet Parr: [angrily shouts at Dash] I said, SHUT UP, you little insect!
Dash Parr: [annoyingly teases Violet three times] Well, she is!
Helen Parr: [angrily covers Violet and Dash's mouth] Do not shout at the table! Honey!
Bob Parr: [Off-screen; in the other room] Kids! Listen to your mother!
Helen Parr: [sighs and the family goes back to eating dinner]
Dash Parr: [under his breath as he takes a sip from his cup] She'd eat if we were having "Tony loaf".
Violet Parr: [pissed off] THAT'S IT!! [furiously jumps over the table and angrily starts fighting with Dash]
Helen Parr: Stop it!
Dash Parr: [furiously starts running around the table angrily hitting Violet every time he passes her] You’re gonna be toast!
Helen Parr: Stop running in the house! You sit down!
Violet Parr: [angrily puts a force field in front of Dash to stop him, laughing]
Dash Parr: OW!! HEY! NO FORCE FIELDS!!
Violet Parr: You started it.
Helen Parr: [stretches her arms to grab Dash and Violet] 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!
Bob Parr: [gets another plate while still reading the newspaper] "Simon J. Paladino, longtime advocate of superhero rights, is missing." Gazerbeam.
Helen Parr: BOB, IT'S TIME TO ENGAGE! Do something! Don’t just stand there! I need you to...intervene!
Bob Parr: You want me to intervene? Okay! I'm, I'M INTERVENING! [picks up the table and Helen, with the kids still fighting]
Helen Parr: Dash, let go your sister! Violet, let go of your brother!

[The doorbell rings and everyone pauses]
Jack-Jack Parr: Hello?
[They quickly go back to their original positions]
Bob Parr: Get the door!
Dash Parr: [runs over to answer the door] Hey, Lucius!
Lucius Best: Hey, Speedo! Hey, Helen. Vi, Jack-Jack.
Bob Parr: He-hey! Ice of you to drop by.
Lucius Best: Ha! [sarcastically] Never heard that 1 before.
Dash Parr: Oh, Lucius! [spits water in the air]
Lucius Best: Whoa! [freezes the spit shot and catches it]
Dash Parr: Aw...I like it when it shatters.
Bob Parr: [gets up and heads to the door] I’ll be back later.
Helen Parr: Hey, where are you two going?
Bob Parr: It's Wednesday.
Helen Parr: Right. Bowling night. Say hello to Honey for me, Lucius.
Lucius Best: Will do. Good night, Helen. Good night, kids!

Helen Parr: [glares at Dash] Don't think you avoided talking about your trip to the principal's office, young man. Your father and I are still gonna discuss it.
Dash Parr: I'm not the only kid who's been sent to the office, y'know.
Helen Parr: Other kids don't have superpowers. Now, it's perfectly normal for to you to—
Violet Parr: [enraged] Normal? What do you know about "normal"? What does anyone in this family know about "normal"?!
Helen Parr: Now, wait a minute, young lady!
Violet Parr: We act normal, Mom! I wanna be normal! The only one normal is Jack-Jack, and he's not even toilet-trained!
Jack-Jack Parr: [giggles]
Dash Parr: Lucky. [Helen gives him an angry look] I meant about being normal.

[Bob and Lucius sit in Lucius's large, comfortable sedan, which is parked in a run-down city neighborhood. A portable police scanner sits on the dashboard, volume low, occasionally interrupting his story]
Lucius Best: 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?
Bob Parr: [laughing] He starts monologuing.
Lucius Best: 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! Yada, yada, yada.
Bob Parr: Yammering.
Lucius Best: Yammering! I mean, the guy has me on a platter, and he won't shut up.
Radio Voice: Municiberg, we have a 23-56...
[Bob turns up the volume, suddenly intense]
Bob Parr: 23-56, what is that? Robbery?
Lucius Best: This is just sad.
Bob Parr: Yeah, robbery. Want to catch a robber?
Lucius Best: 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.
[Widen to reveal: the silhouette of Mirage watching Bob and Lucius from the driver's seat of a black sports car, discreetly parked in a dark alley. She lowers her binoculars and speaks into a headset]
Mirage: He's not alone. The fat guy's still with him. They're just talking.
Lucius Best: What are we doing here, Bob?
Bob Parr: Protecting people.
Lucius Best: Nobody asked us.
Bob Parr: You need an invitation?
Lucius Best: I'd like one, yes. We keep sneaking out to do this, and... [stops, thinks] you remember Gazerbeam?
Bob Parr: Yeah. There was something about him in the paper.
Lucius Best: He had trouble adjusting to civilian life, too.
Bob Parr: When's the last time you saw him?
Lucius Best: I don't see anyone from the old days, Bob. Just you. And we're pushing our luck as it is.
Bob Parr: Oh, come on.
Lucius Best: It was fun the first time, but if we keep doing this, we're gonna get...
[The scanner squawks suddenly]
Radio Voice: We have a report on a fire...
Bob Parr: A fire. We're close! YEAH, BABY!!
[Bob pulls a ski mask over his face. Shaking his head at his own complicity, Lucius does likewise]
Lucius Best: We're gonna get caught.
Bob Parr: Woohoo! Haha! Fire! Yeah!
[He starts the car and U-turns toward the fire]

[Bob's enthusiastic shouts echo off the darkened buildings as the sedan peels off... followed, a beat later, by the mysterious blonde in the black sports car. A raging inferno. Bob descends the burning steps, stops in the hallway. Both he and Lucius carry several passed-out apartment dwellers on their shoulders]
Lucius Best: Is that everybody?
Bob Parr: Yeah, that's everyone.
[The building is beginning to collapse. They're trapped with no way out. Frozone tries to ice the burning walls, but his ray is weak and ineffective]
Lucius Best: It better be.
Bob Parr: Can't you put this out?
Lucius Best: I can't lay down a layer thick enough! It's evaporating too fast!
Bob Parr: Well, what's that mean?
Lucius Best: It means it's hot! And I'm dehydrated, Bob!
Bob Parr: You're out of ice? You can't run out. You can use water in the air.
Lucius Best: There is no water in this air! What's your excuse, run out of muscle?
Bob Parr: 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!
Lucius Best: I wanted to go bowling!
[A large chunk of ceiling smashes to the floor in a burning heap. Bob looks around nervously, then fixes his gaze toward the door. He shifts his stack of unconscious victims to one shoulder and looks at Lucius]
Bob Parr: All right! Stay right on my tail! This is gonna get hot!
[Bob begins a shout that gets louder as he runs into the burning hallway, Lucius a half-step behind him. Traveling with Bob & Lucius as they race through the flames with their unconscious loads. Suddenly a brick wall appears. Bob picks up speed and lowers his free shoulder into it. The heroes and their rescued smash through the wall just as the building behind them collapses. Bob, Lucius and the pile of near-victims are saved]
Bob Parr: Yeah. Uh-oh. Oh, good.
[An alarm sounds. Bob & Lucius realize they're...]
Lucius Best: Oh, now, that ain't right!
Lucius Best and Bob Parr: We look like bad guys! Incompetent bad guys! You can get water out of the air!
Police Officer #3: Freeze!
[A third police officer spies the masked men and draws his pistol. Lucius spies a water cooler. He grabs a paper cup]
Police Officer #3: Freeze!
Lucius Best: I'm thirsty.
[Lucius moves the cup under the tap. The jittery police cocks his pistol's hammer]
Police Officer #3: I said "freeze"!
Lucius Best: I'm just getting a drink.
[His eyes fixed on the cop, Lucius slooowwwly brings the cup to his lips and drinks. His face becomes serene]
Police Officer #3: Alright, you had your drink! Now, I want you to ---
Lucius Best: [calmly, as he drops the cup] I know, I know. [directly] Freeze. [freezes the cop]
[A frigid blast splits the air. 2 fire trucks and a police car screech, having arrived in front. Hearing the alarm, two veteran cops bust into the...]
Police Officers: Police officers!
[Drawing their guns, the cops are stopped by a bewildering sight: a recovering heap of rescued fire victims at the base of an enormous hole in the wall. Standing watch over them is the police, stunned and blinking under a layer of ice. Bob and Lucius jump into Lucius's car, pulling off their ski masks]
Lucius Best: That was way too close. We are not doing that again.
[They drive out of frame, revealing: a black sports car hidden in another alley behind. At the wheel is a beautiful, mysterious Mirage with platinum blonde hair. She watches them drive off]
Radio Voice: Verify you want to switch targets? Over.
Mirage: Trust me. This is the one he's been looking for.

[Bob has arrived home. He picks up a piece of cake from the kitchen while humming The Incredibles theme song, and walks into the living room. A chair swivels around to reveal Helen in her pajamas, almost making Bob throw the piece at her.]
Helen Parr: I thought you'd be back by 11.
Bob Parr: I said I'd be back later.
Helen Parr: I assumed you'd be back later. If you came back at all, you'd be "back later".
Bob Parr: Well...I'm back, okay?
Helen Parr: [picks up a little rock from Bob's suit] Is this...rubble?
Bob Parr: [with mouth full] It was just a little workout. Just to stay loose.
Helen Parr: You know how I feel about that, Bob! [angrily throws a rock on the floor] Darn you, we can't blow cover again!
Bob Parr: The building was coming down anyway.
Helen Parr: [enraged] What!? You knocked down a building!?
Bob Parr: It was on fire! Structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway.
Helen Parr: [facepalms] Tell me you haven't been listening to the police scanner again...
Bob Parr: [annoyed] Look, I performed a public service. You act like that's a bad thing!
Helen Parr: [angrily confronts Bob] It is a bad thing, Bob! Uprooting our family again, so you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!
Bob Parr: [angrily confronts Helen] Reliving the glory days is better than acting like they didn't happen!
Helen Parr: 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!
Bob Parr: [enraged] It's not a graduation. He’s moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade.
Helen Parr: It's a ceremony!
Bob Parr: It's psychotic! They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity but if someone is genuinely exceptional, then...
Helen Parr: [angrily grabs Bob by the shirt] This is not about you, Bob! This is about Dash!
Bob Parr: [angrily points to Dash] You wanna do somethin' for Dash!? Then let him actually compete! Let him go out number four!!
Helen Parr: [angrily pokes Bob] I will not be made the enemy here! You know why we can't do that!!
Bob Parr: [pissed off] BECAUSE HE'D BE GRAY!!!!!!
Helen Parr: [angrily stretches herself to tower over Bob and gets pissed off] THIS IS NOT!!! ABOUT!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!
[Offscreen of the sound of paper falling/rustling is heard. Bob and Helen turn to the couch.]
Bob Parr: Alright, Dash. I know you're listening. Come on out.
Helen Parr: Vi, you too, young lady.
Bob Parr: Come on. Come on out. It's okay, kids. We're just having a discussion.
Violet Parr: Pretty loud discussion.
Bob Parr: Yeah. But that's okay, because what's important is that Mommy and I are always a team. We're always united, against, uh, uh, the forces of, uh--
Helen Parr: Pig-headed-ness?
Bob Parr: Uh, I was gonna say, "Evil".
Helen Parr: We're sorry we woke you. Everything's okay. Go back to bed. It's late.
Dash Parr: Good night, Mom. Night, Dad.
Violet Parr: Good night.
Helen Parr: In fact, we should all be in bed. [walks over to the nearby lamp and turns it off]

Woman [on phone]: Request claim on claim numbers 158183....
[Bob presses his telephone message button]
Gilbert Huph: HAVEN'T YOU GOT HIM YET, WHERE IS HE!? PLEASE!! RIGHT NOW!!
Huph's Secretary: [over the intercom] Mr. Huph would like to talk to you in his office.
Bob Parr: Now?
Huph's Secretary: Now...
[Mr. Huph angrily continues to yell indistinctly over the phone. Bob eventually gets up from his cubicle and heads to Huph's Office. Mirage slowly walks and leaves something on his desk]
Gilbert Huph: [sharpens his pencil and aligns it with other 3] Sit down, Bob.
[Bob sits and moves the 4th pencil]
Gilbert Huph: [re-aligns it and starts] I’m not happy, Bob. NOT...HAPPY. Ask me why.
Bob Parr: Okay. Why?
Gilbert Huph: Why what? Be specific, Bob.
Bob Parr: Why are you unhappy?
Gilbert Huph: Your customers make me unhappy.
Bob Parr: What, you’ve gotten complaints?
Gilbert Huph: Complaints? I can handle. What I can't handle is your customers' inexplicable knowledge of Insuricare's inner workings!! They're experts! EXPERTS, Bob! Exploiting every loophole, dodging every obstacle! They're PENETRATING the bureaucracy!
Bob Parr: Did I do something illegal?
Gilbert Huph: [begrudgingly] No........
Bob Parr: Are you saying we shouldn’t help our customers?
Gilbert Huph: The law requires that I answer no.
Bob Parr: We’re supposed to help people!
Gilbert Huph: We're supposed to help OUR PEOPLE! Starting with our stockholders, Bob! Who's helping them out, HUH?! [sighs and regains composure] You know, Bob.... [moves a letter that says: Memo: Policy Notification To: Employee From: Gilbert Huph Due to financial cut-backs, 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...
Bob Parr: Is like an enormous clock.
Gilbert Huph: ...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... [furiously 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]
Bob Parr: That man out there, he needs help!
Gilbert Huph: Do NOT change the subject, Bob! We’re discussing YOUR! ATTITUDE!
Bob Parr: He is getting mugged!
Gilbert Huph: Well, let’s hope we don’t cover him!
Bob Parr: [gets up out of his seat and heads for the door] I’ll be right back. [puts his hand on the doorknob]
Gilbert Huph: [angrily threatens Bob] Stop.....RIGHT NOW, OR YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!
Bob Parr: [stops, crushes the doorknob and angrily turns his face red]
Gilbert Huph: [grins evilly] Close the door. Get over here....... now. I’m not happy, Bob. Not happy.
Bob Parr: He got away...
Gilbert Huph: [last words] Good thing, too. Heh! You were this close to losing your j–LAAAGH!
Bob Parr: [furiously grabs Mr. Huph by the throat and angrily strangles him. Then he accidentally throws him through 5 office walls that nearly killed him; Huph crashes into a filing cabinet, badly injured; Everyone stares at Bob in shock] Uh-oh.

PA: Please report to operating room 722 immediately.
[Rick Dicker comes out of the room where Gilbert Huph is hospitalized]
Bob Parr: How is he?
Rick Dicker: He'll live.
Bob Parr: I'm fired, aren't I?
Rick Dicker: Oh, you think?
Bob Parr: What can I say, Rick?
Rick Dicker: Nothing you haven't said before.
Bob Parr: Someone was in trouble.
Rick Dicker: Someone's always in trouble.
Bob Parr: I had to do something.
Rick Dicker: Yeah. Every time you say those words, it means a month and a half of trouble for me, Bob. [reaches and presses the elevator button] It means hundreds of thousands of taxpayer's dollars.
Bob Parr: I know.
Rick Dicker: 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 doin' this, Bob. [he and Bob enter the elevator] We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you're on your own.
[The elevator doors open, Rick steps inside. Bob stares at the floor, beaten. Rick looks at him with pity. Then--]
Rick Dicker: Listen, Bob. Maybe I could relocate you. You know, for old times' sake.
Bob Parr: No. I can't do that to my family. Everyone just got settled. I'll make it work. Thanks.
[Rick stares at Bob a long moment. A bittersweet smile--]
Rick Dicker: Take care of yourself.
[The elevator doors close. Bob stares at them, numb]

[Bob climbs out of his car and is surprised to find someone watching him Rusty on the Big Wheel, waiting in exactly the same spot as the night before]
Bob Parr: Well, what are you waiting for?
Rusty McAllister: I don't know. Something amazing, I guess.
[A rueful smile blooms and dies on Bob's face]
Bob Parr: Me too, kid.
[A cramped, windowless museum of Mr. Incredible arcana. Walls and shelves cluttered with mementos of his storied past: framed photos, newspaper front pages, magazines, and, displayed on the wall under Plexiglas, his Mr. Incredible suit. Bob enters and closes the door. He opens his briefcase, pulls out an Insuricare employee's manual. Bob growls and rips it in half, tossing it in the trashcan. On a roll now, he begins to dump the entire contents of his briefcase into the trash when--CLUNK! Bob double-takes-- startled by the heavy sound. He peers over the edge of the desk, into the trash, and sees--a large manila envelope. He picks it up, and is surprised it's heavy. He opens it and pulls out a flat panel about a half-inch thick. On it is printed "This End Up". He turns the panel as instructed. In the center is a small circle with writing beneath it. Bob squints, unable to read the tiny letters. He brings it closer--his point of view: As the letters... slowly... come... into... focus]
Bob Parr: [reading] Huh? "Hold still"?
[Suddenly, the panel projects a red grid over Bob's face, we hear a robotic male voice]
Tablet: Match: Mr. Incredible.
[Bob drops the panel in surprise. It clatters to Bob's Desk, still functioning. A small foot-long rod with the metal ball at the top pops out from the panel, The ball at the tip makes a quick, single revolution, scanning the surrounding room with a vertical beam]
Tablet: Room is secure. Commence message.
[The panel flickers. It's a video screen. An image appears, The beautiful platinum blonde woman named Mirage who visited Bob's Office earlier that day]
Mirage: Hello, Mister incredible. Yes we know who you are, rest assured your secret is safe with us. My name is Mirage, We have something in common. According to the government, neither of us exist. Please pay attention, as this message is classified and will not be repeated. [Bob moves closer] I represent a top secret division of the government, designing and testing experimental technology. and we have need of your unique abilities. Something has happened at our testing facility.

[Edna shows Helen the other suits she has created for the Parrs]
Edna Mode: I started with the baby.
Helen Parr: Started?
Edna Mode: Shh! Darling! Shh! I cut it a little roomy for the free movement. The fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin [flamethrowers throw fire at the suit without leaving burn marks], and it can also withstand a temperature of over 1,000 degrees! Completely bulletproof. [machine guns train on the suit and empty rounds into it without causing any damage] And machine-washable, darling. That's a new feature.
Helen Parr: What on earth do you think the baby will be doing?!
Edna Mode: Well, I'm sure I don't know, darling. Luck favors the prepared. I didn't know the baby's powers, so I covered the basics.
Helen Parr: Jack-Jack doesn't have any powers.
Edna Mode: No? He'll look fabulous anyway. [moves on to Dash's suit] Your boy's suit I designed to withstand enormous friction without heating up or wearing out. A useful feature. [moves on to Violet's] Your daughter's suit was tricky, but I finally created a sturdy material that will disappear completely as she does. [it briefly disappears and then reappears] [moves on to Helen's new suit] Your suit can stretch as far as you can, without injuring yourself [the suit gets stretched], and still retain its shape. Virtually indestructible. [two missiles fire at the suit, but the suit sustains no damage] Yet it breathes like Egyptian cotton. As an extra feature, each suit contains a homing device, giving you the precise global location of the wearer at the touch of a button. [hands Helen one, showing the tracking location of one of the suits, specifically Bob's] Well, darling? What do you think?
Helen Parr: What do I think?! Bob is red tiger! I'm retired! Our family is underground!! You helped my husband resume secret hero-work behind my back?!
Edna Mode: Well, I assumed you knew, darling! Why would he keep secrets from you?
Helen Parr: He wouldn't. Didn't-- D-Doesn't.
Edna Mode: [sighs] Men at Robert's age are often unstable. Prone to weakness.

[In Edna's kitchen, Helen is sobbing as she takes grief from possibly losing Bob.]
Helen: Oh, I am such an idiot. I let this happen, you know. The new sports car, the getting in shape, the blond hair, the lies...
Edna: [coldly] Yes, he attempts to relive the past.
Helen: Now I'm losing him! [crying] What'll I do?
Edna: What are you talking about?
Helen: [Stops sobbing; looks at Edna] Hmm?
Edna: You are Elastigirl! My God, pull yourself together! [whacks Helen with a rolled up newspaper] 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! [there's no pauses] And call me when you get back, darling, I enjoy our visits.

Helen Parr: There's plenty of leftovers you can reheat, make sure Dash does his homework, and both of you get to bed on time. I should be back tonight, late. You can be in charge that long, can't you?
Violet Parr: Yeah, but why am I in charge again?
Helen Parr: Nothing. Just a little trouble with Daddy.
Violet Parr: You mean Dad's in trouble, or Dad is the trouble?
Helen Parr: I mean he's either in trouble, [darkly] or he's going to be. [leaves]

Violet Parr: [referring to a supersuit that Dash grabbed from Helen] What makes you think it is special?
Dash: I don't know, but why'd Mom try to hide it?

[Elastigirl emerges from the lavatory dressed in her super suit. She throws her duffel bag roughly at an apparently empty passenger seat]
Violet: Ow!
Elastigirl: Violet!
Violet: [as she materializes] It's not my fault! Dash ran away, and I knew I'd get blamed for it...
[Dash pops up from behind the seats at the back of the cabin, immediately engaging at the top of his lungs]
Dash: That's not true!
Elastigirl: Dash?!
Violet and Dash: ...and I thought he'd try to sneak on the plane so I came here and you closed the doors before I could find him and then you took off and it's not my fault! You said, "Something's up with Mom. We have to find out what!" It was your idea! Your idea! Hundred percent all-yours, all-the-time idea!
Elastigirl: Wait a minute, wait a minute. You left Jack-Jack alone?!
Violet and Dash: Yes, mom, I'm completely stupid... of course we got a sitter! Do you think I'm totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot! No, we got someone, Mom. Someone great. We wouldn't do that.
Elastigirl: All right! Well, who'd you get?

Elastigirl: [via headset] Friendlies! At 2-0 miles south-south west of your position. Angels 10, track east. Disengage, over. [To Violet] Vi! You have to put a force field around the plane.
Violet: But you said we weren't supposed to use our powers!
Elastigirl: I know what I said! Listen to what I'm staying now! [via headset] Disengage, repeat, disengage!
Dash: [fearfully] Mom?
Elastigirl: VIOLET! [Violet gets startled; via headset] Mayday, mayday! India Golf Niner-Niner is buddy-spiked! Abort, abort! There are children aboard, [heard through intercom] say again, there are children aboard the plane.
Mr. Incredible: NO!
Elastigirl: Put a field around us NOW!!!
Violet: But, Mom, I've never done one that big before!
Elastigirl: Violet, do it now! [via headset] Abort, abort, abort! [Violet weakly tries to create a force field in a short period of time] Abort, abort, abort! [She tries again unsuccessfully, then Helen rushes to protect her children from the explosion]

Parrot: Identification, please.
Dash: Huh? Hey, hey Vi, c'mere, look, look it talks! There, that one.
Parrot: Voice key incorrect.
Violet: Voice key?
Parrot: Voice key incorrect.
Violet: [realizes something is wrong] Wait a second...
[Parrot sounds alarm]
Dash: What do we do?
Violet: Run!
Dash: Where are we going?
Violet: Away from here!

[Mirage enters the room where Mr. Incredible is still being held in the suspension chamber. She pushes a button, causing Mr. Incredible to fall to the floor.]
Mirage: [Walks up to Mr. Incredible] There isn't much time.
Mr. Incredible: [Grabs Mirage by the throat and lifts her up] No, there isn't. In fact, there's no time at all.
Mirage: [Tries to free herself from Mr. Incredible's hold] Please...
Mr. Incredible: Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?
Mirage: Family... survived the crash. They're here on the island!
Mr. Incredible: [Surprised] They're alive?
[Mr. Incredible drops Mirage to the floor, where she coughs. He picks her up and hugs her. Mirage looks relieved, but then notices Helen standing at the doorway.]
Mr. Incredible: Helen?
Mirage: Hello. You must be Mrs. Incre-! [Gets punched in the face by Elastigirl and faints]
Mr. Incredible: [Grabs Elastigirl's outstretched arm] She was helping me to escape!
Elastigirl: No, that's what I was doing! [Mr. Incredible starts pulling her in closer] Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep-
Mr. Incredible: [Kisses Elastigirl] How could I betray the perfect woman?
Elastigirl: Oh, you're referring to me now?
Mr. Incredible: Where are the kids?
Mirage: They might have have triggered the alert.
Elastigirl: What?!
Mirage: Security's been sent into the jungle. [Mr. Incredible helps her up] You better get going.
Elastigirl: Now our kids are in danger?!
[Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl run out of the room.]
Mr. Incredible: If you suspected danger, why'd you bring them?
Elastigirl: I didn't 'bring' 'em, they stowed away! And I don't think you're striking the proper tone here!

[Running blindly. The kids are suddenly confronted by guards on three manned Velocipods. Glancing at the guards, Violet speaks quietly to Dash]
Guard #1: Think they're supers?
Violet: Dash, remember what Mom said.
Dash: What?
Guard #1: Hey! Stop talking!
Guard #2: Hold it! Freeze!
[Abruptly Violet vanishes. Dash looks around in surprise]
Violet: [Off-screen] Dash, run!
Dash: What?
Violet: [Off-screen] Run!
Dash: Oh yeah!
[Suddenly understanding, Dash bolts, jumping from the transport and vanishing into the jungle. It happens fast, the guard's head snaps toward the sound of Violet. He swings his rifle, we hear a heavy thud as Violet's (invisible) body is knocked from the transport, a cloud of dust surrounds an impression in the dirt]
Guard #2: What the...?! They're SUPERS!
Lead Guard: GET THE BOY!
[3 guards take off after Dash on velocipods]
Lead Guard: Show yourself!
[Dash blasts through the foliage on foot, unbelievably fast, a manned Velocipod hot on his tail. But the terrain is dense, uneven and difficult, and Dash is forced to adhere to the thin trail winding through the growth. up ahead a swarm of flies fusses in the air. Suddenly Dash bursts into view; rocketing right through the disgust like A Bug's Life. A splattered Dash's face like an interstate windshield disgusted louder. Dash stumbles, careens end over end through the undergrowth like Raiders of the Lost Ark, and finally tumbles to a stop. Unharmed, but thoroughly repulsed, Dash wipes his bug-spattered face and teeth. Dash spitting. A Velocipod bursts out of the brush after him and he takes off, tearing through the jungle. Running fast, Dash grabs a long vine, which sends him out in a wide arc that surprises the trailing guard. He shoots past Dash and roars off into the undergrowth. Dash releases the vine, tumbling roughly to his feet, and runs. A Velocipod bursts out of the brush and is on top of him. Impossibly, Dash accelerates, staying just ahead of it. He sees another vine, grabs it and is propelled upwards. Dash explodes out of the canopy, flailing, out of control. He looks down and sees the treetops suddenly drop away. Dash is falling off a cliff, screaming his ten-year-old lungs out as he lands on a Velocipod! Fleetingly astonished by his good luck, Dash looks up as the startled guard whirls around to face him]
Jet Pilot: Hey!
[The guard swings. Dash ducks and reluctantly throws a punch at the guard's face. It lands! Thrilled that his raw speed renders the guard powerless to dodge or return his punches]
Dash: Ha, ha!
[Dash growing more confident with each punch, socks the guard again and again, blissfully unaware that no one is driving. Dash looks up. His jaw drops, a rock wall looms ahead! Dash points at it. The guard sees an opening and socks Dash in the face, knocking him off just as the velocipod slams into the cliff face, vaporizing in a fireball! Dash falls, making desperate, flailing grabs as he hits limb after limb of an enormous tree, finally getting hold of a branch and arresting his descent]
Dash: I'm alive. Yeah! [shouting] Uh-oh.
[He pants, heart racing, and looks down to see his feet dangling about a yard off the jungle floor. Elated about his survival, Dash drops to the ground and lets out a loud whoop, immediately alerting, two guards on Velocipods nearby to his presence. They turn their V-pods after him. With Dash as he bolts again, accelerating to breakneck speed. He smashes through an endless succession of foliage, nearly colliding with tree trunks and rocks and suddenly, a lagoon lies in front of him. Dash reacts, the Velocipods are on his tail, he has nowhere to go, so he takes a deep breath and steps on it and has enough velocity to run across the water! Amazed and exhilarated, Dash blasts across the water's surface, weaving like a speedboat around the large volcanic rocks jutting out of the water. Velocipods open fire... strafing the water as Dash is pursued into a cave. Velocipod #2 pulls up short at the cave entrance, and chooses to go around. Dash runs, Velocipod on his heels. Weaves around rocks, manages to put some distance between himself and Velocipod when he sees, Velocipod #2 coming straight at him! Dash wheels around, his legs churning the water like an eggbeater. He sees Velocipod #1 closing fast. He has nowhere to go and, like a deer in headlights, Dash stops suddenly dropping beneath the water's surface as the Velocipods collide boom!]

[in the command vehicle suspended by the Omnidroid lander]
Dash: Are we there yet?!
Mr. Incredible: We will get there when we get there!! [opens the window; to Helen, who is suspended from the Omnidroid's lander, clutching its sides and holding the van in place] HOW YOU DOIN', HONEY?!
Elastigirl: DO I HAVE TO ANSWER?!

[The Omnidroid shatters the last wall, it's almost on top of them. Elastigirl presses the button. The claw-rocket fires. Mr. Incredible aims it directly at the Omnidroid's metal underbelly--]
Mr. Incredible: EVERYBODY DUCK!!
[--and releases it. The giant metal arrow roars overhead and drills clean through the robot's body, coming out the other side. For a long moment nothing happens. Then the gargantuan machine keels over and explodes. It's over. The family looks at each other, stunned]
Mr. Incredible: Hey, Zone.
[Frozone starts to chuckle. Mr. Incredible smiles as he looks at his super family. It feels like his best memories... only better. The seemingly empty city begins to come to life, as people emerge from their hiding places, converging in the street. People begin to spontaneously cheer the heroes, welcoming the supers' return. Syndrome comes to. Looks over the edge to the streets below to find the battle over and the masses cheering, not for him, but for the group of supers. He darkens]
Syndrome: Huh? No!
[Two elderly gentlemen stand together in the crowd. One nudges the other]
Frank Thomas: Hey, did you see that? That's the way to do it. That's old school.
Ollie Johnston: Yeah. No school like the old school.
Frank Thomas: Yeah!
[They drink in the cheers as the adoring crowd gathers around them]
Frozone: Just like old times.
Mr. Incredible: Just like old times. [slaps Frozone on the back, a little too hard]
Frozone: [shaking it off] Oh! Yeah. Hurt then too.

[A long, black limo cruises down the street. Mr. Incredible sits proudly with his family as Rick Dicker debriefs them. Everyone is enjoying the moment, save for Elastigirl, who has already clicked back into "mother-mode" and is using the car phone to get messages]
Rick Dicker: We've frozen all of Syndrome's assets. If he even sneezes, we'll be there with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs. The people of this country are indebted to you.
Mr. Incredible: Does this mean we can come out of hiding?
Rick Dicker: Let the politicians figure that one out. But I've been asked to assure you we'll take care of everything else. You did good, Bob.
[Dash plays with the electric windows as Elastigirl retrieves messages from the car phone. Window up, window down...]
Kari McKeen: [beeps; over phone] Hi, this is Kari. I have a question about Jack-Jack...
[...window up, up, down, up. Finally Helen snaps]
Elastigirl: [to Dash] Come on. We're in a limo.
[Mr. Incredible is looking appreciatively at Violet]
Mr. Incredible: Hey, you're wearing your hair back?
Violet: [stammering] Yeah, I just... yeah.
Mr. Incredible: It looks good.
Violet: [blushing] Thanks, Dad.
Dash: [to Mr. Incredible] That was so cool when you threw that car!
Mr. Incredible: Not as cool as you running on water!
Dash: Hey, Mom, that was sweet when you snagged that bad guy with your arm and kinda whiplashed him into the other guy. It was so sweet!
Elastigirl: Honey, uh, yeah, I'm trying to listen to messages, honey.
Kari McKeen: [beeps; over phone] Mrs. Parr, it's me. Jack-Jack is fine, but weird things are happening. Jack-Jack's still fine, but I'm getting really weirded out! When are you coming back?
Dash: ...aced those guys that tried to kill us! That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.
Kari McKeen: [beeps; over phone] I'm not fine, Mrs. Parr! Put that down! Stop it! You need to call me. I need help, Mrs. Parr!
Elastigirl: [nudges Bob, shares phone] Bob, listen to this.
[Elastigirl is listening to the last message as the limo slows to a stop in front of their home]
Kari McKeen: [over phone] I'm gonna call the police... Hi, this is Kari. Sorry for freaking out, but your baby has special needs.
Mr. Incredible: "Special needs"?
Rick Dicker: Here we are.
Kari McKeen: [over phone] Anyway, thanks for sending a replacement sitter.
Elastigirl: [looks at Mr. Incredible, alarmed] Replacement? I didn't call a replacement.
[Mr. Incredible eyes widen. He and Elastigirl jump from the car, followed by the kids. They cross the lawn and burst through the front door to reveal... Syndrome who spins, hitting the family with his zero-point ray. Cradling a sleeping Jack-Jack in his arms, he grins]
Syndrome: Shh. The baby is sleeping. [cackles sinisterly] You took away my future. I'm simply returning the favor. Oh, don't worry, I'll be a good mentor. Supportive, encouraging. Everything you weren't. And in time, who knows, he might make a good sidekick. Ha ha!
[Syndrome flings the family into the bookcase. He points his power band toward the roof and blows a huge hole in it, revealing his manta jet hovering high above. Syndrome fires his jet-boots and takes off toward the jet]
Elastigirl: He's getting away, Bob! We have to do something now. [Jack-Jack awakens to the sight of his family and home receding beneath him. He cries, reaching out for them. Syndrome nears the manta jet. Jack-Jack's crying then turns to anger and suddenly bursts into flames. Syndrome shrieks. Jack-Jack's fire goes out, revealing that the baby has turned to metal. Syndrome drops with the sudden weight. His jet-boots compensate, but Syndrome is struggling to stay aloft. The baby's flesh reverts to normal, but the baby begins to vibrate fiercely. Syndrome can barely keep hold of him. Elastigirl turns to Mr. Incredible, panicked] Something's happening! What's happening? [The vibrating baby begins to redden, transforming abruptly into mini-monster. The Jack-Jack monster throws a headlock around Syndrome, laughing maniacally and starts to rip apart Syndrome's jet-boots! Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl watches helplessly] We have to stop him! Throw something!
Mr. Incredible: I can't, I might hit Jack-Jack.
Elastigirl: [realization, softly] Throw me. [Jack-Jack rips a valve from Syndrome's jet-boots, which propels him upward, slamming his head into the jet's wing. He loses hold of Jack-Jack, who falls... Elastigirl sees this, turns to Mr. Incredible] Bob, throw me! [Elastigirl leaps into Mr. Incredible's arms, forming into a spear shape. Mr. Incredible takes aim and flings her toward the falling baby. Elastigirl soars, and grabs Jack-Jack! She quickly blooms into a parachute. Syndrome regains control. He successfully docks with the hovering manta jet]
Syndrome: No! [Syndrome stands at the docking doors, his cape blowing dramatically upwards...] THIS ISN'T THE END OF IT!!
[Mr. Incredible looks around wildly for a way to get at Syndrome, and spies his sports car. Regret flashes across his face and the lasts words] I WILL GET YOUR SON, EVENTUALLY!! I'LL GET YOUR SON!! Oh, no. [Syndrome's eyes go wide. Bob's car is soaring toward him, tumbling end over end towards the manta jet. Syndrome jumps back as the crafts collide, blowing him off his feet and up over the wing, toward the turbines. Clawing madly to find purchase, he looks over his shoulder in time to see the end of his cape sucked into the intake. Syndrome screams as he's yanked out of frame. Mr. Incredible, Dash and Violet react as the manta jet explodes. Elastigirl cradles Jack-Jack facing upwards, his back toward the ground. He looks at her, giggling and cooing]
Elastigirl: Look at Mommy, honey. Don't look down. Mommy's got you. Everything is all right.
[But Jack-Jack sees burning wreckage coming toward them and starts to shriek, pointing upwards. Helen turns to see it as, wreckage crashes on top of them, destroying the Parr home. Elastigirl and Jack-Jack are saved. Violet and Helen exchange a meaningful look]
Elastigirl: That's my girl.
Dash: Does this mean we have to move again?
[Everyone chuckles at this. The smokes begins to clear, revealing a lone witness to this cataclysmic event Rusty McAllister, whose eyes are as big as dinner plates]
Rusty McAllister: Oh, man. That was totally wicked!

[Last lines, the family crosses the parking lot, Dash sitting atop Bob's shoulders, clutching his second-place trophy. Everyone is happy and together]
Helen Parr: Dash, I'm so proud of you.
Dash Parr: I didn't know what the heck you wanted me to do.
[The ground begins to quake. The Incredibles stop as the low rumble grows louder. On the far side of the lot, cars begin to be thrown into the air, tossed about like toys. A gargantuan drill spirals out of the ground, throwing dirt and chunks of asphalt in all directions. People run screaming as the enormous metallic vehicle crests and crashes to earth. A door opens on top and a hulking figure in dirty overalls emerges atop a rising platform. His ragged voice amplified through a loudspeaker, the Underminer speaks]
Underminer: Behold, the Underminer! I am always beneath you, but nothing is beneath me! I hereby declare war on peace and happiness! Soon all will tremble before me!
[Camera pans off Bob as he glances at his family. They've already donned their masks, ready as they'll ever be. Camera returns to Bob, revealing that he too has put on his mask. He turns toward their new nemesis and smiles, rips his shirt open to reveal the "i" insignia on the chest of his super suit underneath, the logo of Letter I and The Incredibles, and then the credits roll versions]

Taglines edit

  • Save the day.
  • Discover the Side of Superheroes You've Never Seen Before
  • Expect The Incredible
  • Twice the hero he used to be
  • Super cool
  • No gut, no glory
  • Sock'er Mom

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Voice Cast (in Order of Appearance) edit

Additional Voices edit

Teaser Trailer edit

[The teaser trailer starts with the Walt Disney Pictures and Pixar Animation Studios logos, the text puts up "Walt Disney Pictures presents" and "a Pixar Animation Studios film", fades to the camera zooms by the picture frames, then hearing a phone ringing, then Bob picks up the phone]
Telephone: Mr. Incredible, we need your help.
Mr. Incredible: [grabs the outfit, putting black shoes on, then putting long black gloves on, then putting a black mask on] Showtime.
[tries to put the belt on]
Helen: [off-screen] Honey, come to dinner!
Mr. Incredible: I can't come to dinner! I've got the... I gotta go!
[continues trying to put the belt on]
Mr. Incredible: Maybe just a salad, and uh, yeah. Ooh, and some rice cakes!
[continues trying to put the belt on, then trying to put the belt on, slamming the desk, then trying to put the belt on, then trying to put the belt on, sitting on a chair, then trying to put the belt on, stamping on the ground, then looking at the belt, then trying to put the belt on, hitting the chair]
Mr. Incredible: Come on.
[takes a deep breath, putting the belt on, the belt breaks off of him, blowing the lights out, then the film's title, then the text puts up "SAVE THE DAY" and "11 - 5 - 2004", the film website, labled "Incredibles.com", is below, ending the teaser trailer]

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