The Best Dashiell 'Dash' Parr Quotes

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.

[Helen's plane is targeted by Syndrome's missiles]
Elastigirl: India-Golf-Niner-Niner transmitting in the blind guard, disengage, repeat, *disengage*.
[she releases anti-missile devices, begins evasive maneuvers]
Elastigirl: Disengage, repeat, *disengage*!
Mr. Incredible: No! Call off the missiles, I'll do anything!
Syndrome: Too late! Fifteen years too late...
Elastigirl: Friendlies, at two-zero miles south-southwest of your position, angels ten, track east, disengage, over! Vi! You have to put a force field around the plane!
Violet: But you said we weren't supposed to use our powers!
Elastigirl: I know what I said! Listen to what I'm saying *now*! Disengage, repeat, *disengage*!
[missiles close in]
Dash: [frightened] Mom?
Elastigirl: *Violet*! Mayday, mayday, India-Golf-Niner-Niner is buddy spiked! Abort, abort, there are children aboard, say again, there are children aboard this plane!
Mr. Incredible: NO!
Elastigirl: [shouts] Put a field around us, *now*!
Violet: [frightened] But I've never done one that big before...!
Elastigirl: Violet, do it NOW! Abort, abort, abort!
[the missiles close in, Violet tries to create a force field but can't]
Elastigirl: Abort abort abort!
[the missiles hit; Helen envelopes the children as the plane explodes around them]

Elastigirl: This is the right hangar, but I don't see any jets.
Mr. Incredible: A jet's not fast enough.
Elastigirl: What's faster than a jet?
Dash: Hey, how about a rocket?
Elastigirl: Great. I can't fly a rocket.
Violet: You don't have to. Use the coordinates from the last launch.
Mr. Incredible: Oh, wait. I bet Syndrome's changed the password by now. How do I get into the computer?
Mirage: [Over PA system] Say please.

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: 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: [distracted] 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 emerges from the restroom after changing into her superhero costume, and tosses her bag onto an apparantley empty seat]
Violet: Ow!
Elastigirl: Violet!
Violet: [becomes visible] It's not my fault! Dash ran away and I knew I'd get blamed for it...
Dash: [pops up] THAT'S NOT TRUE!
Elastigirl: Dash!
Violet: [over him] And I thought he'd try to sneak on the plane so I came in...
Dash: [over her] You said, "Something's up with Mom, we have to find out what!"
Violet: ...And then you closed the doors before I could find him...
Dash: ...It was YOUR idea, YOUR idea-!
Violet: ...AND IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
Dash: ...100 percent, all yours, all the time IDEA!
Elastigirl: Wait a minute, wait a minute! You left Jack-Jack ALONE?
Violet: Yes Mom, I'm completely stupid - OF COURSE we got a sitter...
Dash: [over her] No, we got someone, Mom! Somebody great! We wouldn't do that!
Violet: [over him] Do you think I'm totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot!

Dash: We're dead! We're dead! We survived but we're dead!

Dash: [answers door] Hey, Lucius!
Lucius: Hey, Speedo, Helen, Vi, Jack-Jack.
Bob: Hey, hey! ICE of you to drop by.
Lucius: Ha!
[unenthusiastically]
Lucius: Never heard that one before.

[In the RV, traveling to the mainland]
Dash: Are we there yet?
Mr. Incredible: We get there when we get there!

Principal: I appreciate you coming down here, Mrs. Parr.
[Mrs. Parr looks at Dash]
Helen: What is this about? Has Dash done something wrong?
Bernie: He's a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.
Dash: He says.
Bernie: [to Dash] Look, I know it's you!
[to Helen]
Bernie: He puts thumbtacks on my stool.
Helen: You saw him do this?
Bernie: Well, not real... No, actually not.
Helen: Then, how do you know it was him?
Bernie: I hid a camera.
[has the videotape, Dash gasps and looks at Helen, glaring at him]
Bernie: And this time I got him.
[Plays the videotape of Bernie goes back into the chair. Dash puts a tack on his chair while he's sitting down. Bernie screams and students laugh]
Bernie: See? You see?
[Helen, Dash and Principal squinting their eyes, while Bernie rolls his eyes]
Bernie: What, you don't see it?
[groans, rewinds the tape]
Bernie: 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, 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: Don't "Bernie" me! This little rat is guilty!
Principal: You and your son may go now, Mrs. Parr. I'm sorry for the trouble.
[Helen and Dash leaving the Principal's Office, Bernie is in clear shocked]
Bernie: You're letting him go again? He's guilty! You can see it in his smug little face. Guilty, I say! Guilty! Guilty! No!