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.
Uh-oh.
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.
Syndrome: Huh? Huh? Oh, come on! You gotta admit, this is cool! Just like a movie: the robot will emerge dramatically, do some damage, throw some screaming people. And just when all hope is lost? Syndrome will save the day! I'll be a bigger hero than you ever were.Mr. Incredible: You mean you killed off real heroes so that you could pretend to be one?Syndrome: Oh, I'm real. Real enough to defeat *you*! And I did it without your precious gifts, your oh-so-special powers. I'll give them heroics. I'll give them the most spectacular heroics anyone's ever seen! And when I'm old and I've had my fun, I'll sell my inventions so that everyone can be superheroes. *Everyone* can be super! And when everyone's super...Syndrome: ...no one will be.
