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: We've frozen all of Syndrome's assets. If he even sneezes, we'll be there with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs.
: [after he's thrown his ex-boss through several walls
] I'm fired, aren't I? Rick Dicker
] Oh, you think?
: Someone was in trouble... Rick Dicker
: Someone's always in trouble. Bob
: I had to do *something*... Rick Dicker
: Yeah. Every time you say that, Bob, it means a month-and-a-half of trouble for me, and thousands of dollars of taxpayer money. We have to pay to keep the company quiet, pay damages, erase memories, relocate your family. Every single time it gets harder. Money, money, money money money... We can't keep doing this, Bob! We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you're on your own.
: [pitch black
] Wow, it's dark in here.
[Rick Dicker turns the light on
: Wow! And now it's too bright! Agent Rick Dicker
: File 82-7-0-2. Agent Rick Dicker interrogating. State your name, please. Kari
: Kari McKeen. It's like Carrie, only with a K instead of a C, and an "ah" instead of an "a", only one R, and an I instead of an I-E. Agent Rick Dicker
: Tell me about the incident. Kari
: Well... It started out like any normal sitting gig, you know, with the reassuring of the parent and all.
[cut to the Parr household, where Kari is talking on the phone with Helen
: Mrs. Parr, I can totally handle anything this baby can dish out.
[turns to Jack-Jack
: Can't I, little boo boo? Who can handle it?
[the airplane's alarm is heard on the other end of the line, and the call disconnects
: Uh Mrs... Mrs. Parr? Oh well, she knows you're in good hands.
: Now, who's ready for some neurological stimulation?
Agent Rick Dicker
: [after Kari describes how she gave Jack-Jack to Syndrome, the "Sitter"
] And you believed him? Kari
: The baby was EXPLODING! YOU EVER SAT AN EXPLODING BABY BEFORE, MR. DICKER?
[he gets up and pulls down an odd contraption
: What's that? Agent Rick Dicker
: Have you told anyone else about this? Your parents?
[he aims the device's laser at Kari's forehead
: Nah, they thought I was being funny. But you believe me, don't you, Mr. Dicker? Agent Rick Dicker
: Sure, kid. Kari
: Ah, I just wish I could forget the whole thing. Agent Rick Dicker
: You will, kid.
[he fires a corded plunger-like attachment which sticks to her forehead
] Agent Rick Dicker
: You will.
[Kari passes out