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: Boo? Boo
: Mike Waszowski.
: Well, hello there. What's your name? Boo
: Mike Wazowski.
: Mike, that's not her door. Mike
: What are you talking about? Of course it's her door. It's her door. Sulley
: No. Her door was white and it had flowers on it. Mike
: No. It must've dark last night because this is its door.
[Mike opens the door. A bright light and polka music emanate from the room
: (to Boo) You hear that? Sounds like fun in there. Well, see ya kid. Send me a postcard. That's Mike Wazowski, care of 22 Mike Wazowsi-You-Got-Your-Life-Back-Lane. Boo
: Mowki Kowski. Mike
: Very good. Now bon voyage. See ya.
[Mike waves a stick in front of Boo as if she were a dog
: Look at the stick. See the stick?
[Mike throws the stick through the door
: Got get the stick. Go fetch.
[Celia is hanging on to Mike while Sulley is dragging him
: Michael, if you don't tell me what's going on right now, we are through! You hear me? Through! Mike
: Okay, here's the truth. You know that kid they're looking for? Sulley let her in. We tried to get her back, but Waternoose had a secret plot, and now Randall's right behind us, and he's tring to kill us. Celia
: You expect me to believe that pack of lies, Mike Wazowski? Boo
: [peeking from Sulley's shoulder
] Mike Wazowski!
[Celia screams and lets go
[Sully thinks Boo has been crushed into a cube of garbage
] I can still hear her little voice. Boo
: [from down the hall
] Mike Wazowski! Mike
: Hey, I can hear her too. Kids
: Mike Wazowski! Mike
: How many kids you got in there?
: [to Sulley, hanging on from a door
] Look at everybody's favorite scarer now, you stupid, pathetic waste!
[starts stomping on Sulley's fingers
: You've been number one for too long, Sullivan. Now your time is up. And don't worry, I'll take good care of the kid.
[Just then Boo jumps on Randall and attacks him; Sulley climbs back on and restrains Randall
: Roar! Roar! Sulley
: She's not scared of you any more. Boo
: Roar! Sulley
: Looks like you're out of a job.