Violet Parr: Tony, this is my mom.
Helen Parr: Pleased to meet you.
Violet Parr: This is my dad.
Bob Parr: Oh, we’ve met.
Violet Parr: And this is embarrassing…
Dash Parr: Charmed, I’m sure.
Violet Parr: My little brother, Dash. And the baby is Jack-Jack. I tried to limit it to one parent.
Helen Parr: We’re all going to a movie, too, Tony. Don’t mind us.
Bob Parr: We’ll be sitting on the other side of the theater. Not watching you.
Violet Parr: He’s kidding. They are only dropping us off at the theater. They have other things to do.
Tony Rydinger: So, you guys are close, I guess.
Violet Parr: Yeah, I guess.
Bob Parr: We can get closer.
Helen Parr: Bob.
(There is shooting sound coming from somewhere close, everyone exchanges looks)
Violet Parr: Stop! Let us out! (gets out of the car with Tony) Here, large popcorn, small soda. Save me a seat, center, about eight rows back. I’ll be back before the previews are over.
