Bob: I'm sorry ma'am, I know you're upset.Bob: Pretend to be upset.
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.
We look like bad guys. Incompetent bad guys!
Bob: Weren't you in the news? Some show in, Prayge... Prague?Edna: Milan, darling. Milan. Supermodels. Heh! Nothing super about them... spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only about themselves. Feh! I used to design for gods!