Dash Parr: That was cool when you threw that car!
Bob Parr: Not as cool as you running on water.
Dash Parr: Hey, Mom! That was sweet when you snagged that bad guy with your arm and whiplashed him into the other guy... (he keeps talking in the background for a bit) ...aced those guys that tried to kill us! That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.
Bob Parr: I have to do this alone.
Helen Parr: What is this to you? Playtime?
Bob Parr: No.
Helen Parr: So you can be Mr. Incredible again?
Bob Parr: No!
Helen Parr: Then what? What is it?
Bob Parr: I'm not...
Helen Parr: Not what?
Bob Parr: I'm not strong enough.
Helen Parr: Strong enough? And this will make you stronger?
Bob Parr: Yes. No!
Helen Parr: That's what this is? Some sort of workout?
Bob Parr: I can't lose you again! I can't. Not again. I'm not strong enough.
Helen Parr: If we work together, you won't have to be.
(The car stops after crashing/rolling...)
Bob Parr: Is everybody okay back there?
Violet Parr: Super-duper, Dad!
Dash Parr: Let's do that again.
Bob Parr: I'm sorry. This is my fault. I've been a lousy father. Blind to what I have. So obsessed with being undervalued that I undervalued all of you.
(Violet makes a force field but no one but Dash notices)
Dash Parr: Dad?
Helen Parr: Shh. Don't interrupt.
Bob Parr: So caught up in the past that I... You are my greatest adventure. And I almost missed it. I swear, I'm gonna get us out of this safely if I...
Violet Parr: Well... I think Dad has made some excellent progress today but I think it's time we wind down now.
Syndrome: The robot will emerge dramatically, do some damage. Throngs of screaming people! And just when all hope is lost, Syndrome will save the day! I'll be a bigger hero than you ever were!
Bob Parr: 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 no one will be.
Edna Mode: Now, go on. Your new suit will be finished before your next assignment.
Bob Parr: You know I'm retired from hero work.
Edna Mode: As am I, Robert. Yet, here we are.
Bob Parr: E, I only need a patch job. For sentimental reasons.
Edna Mode: Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.
Bob Parr: Something classic, like Dynaguy!Oh! He had a great look! Oh, the cape and the boots...
Edna Mode: No capes!
Bob Parr: Isn't that my decision?
Edna Mode: Do you remember Thunderhead? Tall, storm powers. Nice man. Good with kids.
Bob Parr: Listen, E...
Edna Mode: November 15th of '58. All was well, another day saved when his cape snagged on a missile fin.
Bob Parr: Thunderhead was not the brightest bulb...
Edna Mode: Stratogale! April 23rd, '57. Cape caught in a jet turbine.
Bob Parr: You can't generalize about these things.
Edna Mode: Meta-Man. Express elevator. Dynaguy, snag on takeoff. Splashdown, sucked into a vortex. No capes!
Bob Parr: I was just wondering, of all the places to settle down, why live...
Mirage: With a volcano? He's attracted to power. So am I. It's a... weakness we share.
Bob Parr: Seems a bit unstable.
Mirage: I prefer to think of it as misunderstood.
Bob Parr: Aren't we all?
Helen Parr: You're late. When you asked if I was doing anything later, I didn't realize you'd forgotten. I thought it was playful banter.
Bob Parr: It was playful banter.
Helen Parr: Cutting it close, don't you 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? As long as we both shall live. No matter what happens.
Bob Parr: Hey, come on. We're superheroes. What could happen?
Mr. Incredible: No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. I mean... 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 ten minutes?" Sometimes I think I'd just like the simple life, you know? Relax a little and raise a family.