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Helen Parr (Character)
from The Incredibles (2004)

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The Incredibles (2004)
Helen: Now it's perfectly normal...
Violet: [interrupting] Normal? What do *you* know about normal? What does *anyone* in *this* family know about normal?
Helen: Now wait a minute, young lady...
Violet: We act normal, mom! I want to *be* normal! The only normal one is Jack-Jack, and he's not even toilet trained!
[Jack-Jack blows a raspberry and bursts out laughing]
Dash: Lucky...
[Violet and Helen look askance at him]
Dash: Uh, I meant about being normal.

Dash: She would be eating if we were having Tony loaf.
Violet: That's it!
[jumps at Dash]
Helen: Both of you sit down!
[Dash runs around the table, hitting Violet as he passes her, until Violet makes a force field to stop him]
Dash: Hey! No force fields!
Violet: You started it!
Helen: [grabs Dash and puts him on his seat] You sit down!
[grabs Violet and puts her in her seat]
Helen: You sit down! Violet!
[Dash and Violet run under the table to fight, dragging Helen against the table]
Bob: [reading newspaper in the other room] "Simon J. Paladino, longtime advocate of superhero rights, is missing"... Gazer Beam?...
Bob: Bob! It's time to engage! Do something! Don't just stand there, I need you to... intervene!
Bob: You want me to intervene?
[picks up table]
Bob: Okay, I'm intervening! I'm intervening!

[Helen is feeding Jack-Jack and making baby noises at him]
Dash: Mom, you're making weird faces again.
Helen: Noo, I'm not...
Bob: [not looking up from the paper] You make weird faces, honey.

Helen: E, it's great to see you, but I gotta tell you, I've got no idea what you're talking about.
Edna: Yes, words are useless! Gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble! Too much of it, darling, too much! That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here!

Edna: I didn't know the baby's powers so I covered the basics.
Helen: Jack-Jack doesn't have any powers.
Edna: No? Well, he'll look fabulous anyway.

Helen: Dash... this is the third time this year you've been sent to the office. We need to find a better outlet. A more... constructive outlet.
Dash: Maybe I could, if you'd let me go out for sports.
Helen: Honey, you know why we can't do that.
Dash: But I promise I'll slow up. I'll only be the best by a tiny bit.
Helen: Dashiell Robert Parr, you are an incredibly competitive boy, and a bit of a show-off. The last thing you need is temptation.
Dash: You always say 'Do your best', but you don't really mean it. Why can't I do the best that I can do?
Helen: Right now, honey, the world just wants us to fit in, and to fit in, we gotta be like everyone else.
Dash: But Dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of, our powers made us special.
Helen: Everyone's special, Dash.
Dash: [muttering] Which is another way of saying no one is.

Helen: I love you, but if we're going to make this work, you have to be more than Mr. Incredible. You know that, don't you?
Priest: ...so long as you both shall live?
Bob: I do.

Helen: [on getting no response from the island's air tower, Helen reaches for her superhero costume, then pulls back] Easy, Helen, easy, easy girl. You're overreacting, everything's fine, they're just... all getting coffee! At the same time. Yeah.

Helen: Dash, do have something you want to tell your father about school?
Dash: [nervously] Oh, uh... Well, we dissected a frog...
Helen: Dash got sent to the office again.
Bob: [Not paying attention] Good, good.
Helen: No, Bob. That's bad.
Bob: What?
Helen: Dash got sent to the office again.
Bob: What? What for?
Dash: Nothing!
Helen: He put a tack on the teacher's chair. *During* class.
Dash: Nobody saw me. You could barely see it on the tape.
Bob: They caught you on tape and you still got away with it? Whoa! You must have been booking! How fast do you think you were going?
Helen: Bob, we are not encouraging this!

Helen: [picking something off Bob's shoulder] Is this rubble?
Bob: [mouth is full of a huge piece of cake] It was just a little workout, just to stay loose.
Helen: You know how I feel about that, Bob! Darn you, we can't blow cover again!
Bob: The building was coming down anyway.
Helen: *What*? You knocked down a building?
Bob: It was on fire. Structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway.
Helen: Tell me you haven't been listening to the police scanner again...

Helen: I'm calling to celebrate a momentous occasion. We are now *officially* moved in.
Bob: That's great, honey. And the last three years don't count because...
Helen: Because I finally unpacked the last box. Now it's official! Ha ha ha! Why do we have so much junk?

Helen: You're late. When you asked me if I was doing anything later, I didn't realize you'd actually forgotten. I thought it was playful banter.
Bob: It *was* playful banter.
Helen: Cutting it kinda close, don't ya think?
Bob: You need to be more... *flexible.*

Helen: [sobbing] Now I'm losing him! What'll I do? What'll I do?
Edna: What are you talking about?
Helen: [stops crying] Huh?
Edna: [shouts] You are Elastigirl! My God...
[swatting Helen with a newspaper]
Edna: Pull-yourself-together! "What will you do?" Is this a question? You will show him you remember that he is Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who *you* are. Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win!
[normal voice]
Edna: And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.

[Bob sneaks into the house late at night, but Helen has been waiting up for him]
Helen: I thought you'd be back by 11.
Bob: I said I'd be back later.
Helen: I assumed you'd be back later. If you came back at all, you'd be "back later".
Bob: Well I'm back, okay?

Edna: Men at Robert's age are often unstable... prone to weakness.
Helen: What are you saying?
Edna: Do you know where he is?
Helen: Of course...
Edna: Do you *know* where he is?

[after seeing Jack-Jack's superhero outfit]
Helen: What on earth do you think the baby will be doing?
Edna: Well, I am sure I don't know, darling. Luck favors the prepared.

Helen: [on the phone with an old friend] Snug, I'm calling in a solid you owe me.

Helen: [on the phone] I'd like to speak to Edna, please.
Edna: This is Edna.
Helen: E? This is Helen.
Edna: Helen who?
Helen: Helen Parr. You know...
Helen: [whispers] Elastigirl.
Edna: [booming] DARLING! How are you, it's been such a long time...
Helen: [nearly dropping the phone] Yes, yes, it's been a while. Listen, there's only one person who Bob would trust to patch a super suit, and that's you, E.
Edna: Yes, yes, marvelous suit, darling, much better than those horrible pajamas he used to wear.
Helen: Huh?
Edna: They're all finished, when are you coming to see?
Helen: Look, I'm calling about...
Edna: Don't make me beg, darling, I won't do it, you know!
Helen: [trying to talk over Edna] Beg? Uh, no, I'm, I'm calling about a suit, about, about Bob's suit. I'm calling about Bob's suit!
Edna: You come in one hour darling, I insist, okay? Okay, bye-bye.
[Helen is left holding the phone, looking puzzled]

Principal: Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Parr.
Helen: What is this about? Has Dash done something wrong?
Bernie Kropp: He's a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.
Dash: He says.
Bernie Kropp: Look, I know it's you! He puts thumbtacks on my stool.
Helen: You saw him do this?
Bernie Kropp: Well, not really... No, actually not.
Helen: Oh. Then how do you know it was him?
Bernie Kropp: I hid a camera. And this time I got him.
[Plays tape]
Bernie Kropp: See? See? What, you don't see it?
[rewinds tape]
Bernie Kropp: He moves! Right there! Wait, wait... Right *there*! Right as I'm sitting down! I don't know, I don't know how he does it, but-but there's no tack on my stool before he moves, and after he moves, there's a tack! Coincidence? I think not!
Principal: Uh, Bernie...
Bernie Kropp: Don't "Bernie" me! This little rat is guilty!
Principal: You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr.
Bernie Kropp: You're letting him go *again*? He's guilty! You can see it in his smug little face. Guilty, I say! Guilty! Guilty!

Helen: Have a great day, honey. Help customers, climb ladders...
Bob: Bring bacon.
Helen: All that jazz.

Helen: Tell me you haven't been listening to the police scanner again
Bob: Look, I performed a public service. You act like that's a bad thing.
Helen: It is a bad thing, Bob! Uprooting our family *again* so that you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!
Bob: [Defensively] Reliving the glory days is better than pretending they never happened!
Helen: Yes! They happened, but this; our family, is what's happening now, Bob! And you're missing this! I can't believe you don't want to go to your own son's graduation!
Bob: It's not a graduation. He is moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade.
Helen: It's a ceremony!
Bob: It's psychotic! People keep coming up with new ways to celebrate mediocrity, but if someone is genuinely exceptional...
Helen: This is not about you, Bob. This is about Dash.
Bob: You want to do something for Dash? Well, let him actually compete! Let him go out for sports!
Helen: I will not be made the enemy here! You *know* why we can't!
Bob: Because he'd be *GREAT*!
Helen: [Growing in size looming over Bob] This is not - about - YOU!
Bob: [Notices a disturbance] Alright, Dash. Come on out I know you're listening.
Helen: Vi, you too, young lady.
Bob: It's okay. Your mother and I were just having a discussion.
Violet: A pretty loud discussion.
Bob: Yeah, but that's okay. Because Mommy and I are always united. Against the... uh forces of...
Helen: Pig-headedness?
Bob: I was gonna say evil or something...
Helen: We're sorry we woke you. Everything's alright, get back to bed... in fact
[to Bob]
Helen: we should *all* be in bed.

[as Helen leaves the cave, Violet runs after her]
Violet: Mom! Mom, what happened on the plane... I-I'm sorry, I wanted to- when you asked me to... I'm sorry...
Helen: Shh... it isn't your fault. It wasn't fair for me to suddenly ask so much of you. But things are different now, and doubt is a luxury we can't afford anymore, sweetie. You have more power than you realize. Don't think, and don't worry. If the time comes, you'll know what to do. It's in your blood.