Of course I have a secret identity. I don't know a single superhero who doesn't. Who wants the pressure of being super all the time?
Somebody needs to teach this hunk of metal... a few manners!
Syndrome: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, time out! What have we here? Matching uniforms? Oh, no! Elastigirl?Syndrome: You married Elastigirl? Whoa! And got busy! It's a whole family of supers! Looks like I've hit the jackpot! Oh, this is just too good!
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!