We have something in common. According to the government, neither of us exists.
The supers aren't gone, Mister Incredible. You're still here. You can still do great things. Or... you can listen to police scanners. Your choice.
He's attracted to power. So am I. It's a... weakness we share.
He's not weak, you know. Valuing life is not a weakness. And disregarding it is not strength.
Next time you gamble, bet your own life.
And don't die.
It is time for their secret identity to become their only identity. Time for them to join us, or go away.
"GO SAVE YOURSELF!" ~ picket sign in crowd of anti-super protesters
I don't know how he does it... but before he moves, there's no tack on my stool, and after he moves, there's a tack. Coincidence? I think NOT!
THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!
Hey - every time they run, you take a shot.
We've frozen all of Syndrome's assets. If he so much as sneezes, we'll be there with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs.
... because leading experts say, Mozart makes babies smarter. I wish my parents played Mozart when I was asleep because half the time I don't even know what anyone's talking about.
Behold the Underminer! I am always beneath you, but nothing is beneath me! I hereby declare WAR on peace and happiness! Soon all will tremble before me!