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Lucius: Honey?
Honey: What?
Lucius: Where’s my super suit?
Honey: What?
Lucius: Where – is – my – super – suit?
Honey: I, uh, put it away.
Lucius: Where?
Honey: Why do you need to know?
[helicopter explodes outside]
Lucius: I need it!
[Lucius rummages through another room in his condo]
Honey: Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no derrin’-do. We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!
Lucius: The public is in danger!
Honey: My evening’s in danger!
Lucius: You tell me where my suit is, woman! We are talking about the greater good!
Honey: ‘Greater good?’ I am your wife! I’m the greatest *good* you are ever gonna get!
Handsome Devil! Maybe that will keep you handsome when some dude pulls out into your lane while you’re doing 60! We’ll call it Penelope’s insurance plan.
Nice look. Does it have metal metal kneepads too?
hehe!
I meant to say metal. Not metal metal. hee double he he he!
jeez… you weren’t kidding. you really will wear ANYTHING.
:D
xo wee
Ha ha!
That’s one of my favourite scenes. Gotta love the incredibles :).
I randomly found your site through Penelope’s journal one day and have visited occasionally ever since.
Just mustered up the courage to comment for the first time :).
Welcome, Danielle! I hope you’re liking what you find here.
suh-uh-huh-WEEET