[to Mr. Incredible] My God, you've gotten fat.

[To Mr. Incredible] My God, you've gotten fat.

What's so super about supermodels? They are only skinny girls with the big hair and poofy lips.

Supermodels, huh, that's it! Those guys with big thick lips and skinny bones who follow you like flies all day long.

This is a hobo suit, darling. You can't be seen in this. I won't allow it.

I never look back, darling, it distracts from the now .

I never want to go to the past, that would make me lose the present.

Yes, words are useless, darling! Gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble! That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here!

Your boy's suit I designed to withstand tremendous friction without heating up or wearing out, a useful feature. Your daughter's suit was tricky, but I finally created a sturdy material that can disappear completely as she does. Your suit can stretch as far as you can without injuring yourself, and still retain its shape. Virtually indestructible, yet it breathes like Egyptian cotton.

What are you talking about? You are Eliasti-girl! My god! Pull yourself together! 'What will you do? ' Is this a question? You will show him that you remember that he's Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who *you* are. You know where he is, go and cofront the problem. Fight. Win! And do call me when you get back, Darling. I enjoy our visits.

Edna: Men at Bob's age are 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?