Citas

El ataque de Jack-Jack

[doorbell rings. Kari rushes to door, exhausted]
Syndrome: Is this the Parr residence?
Kari: [maniacally] Yes! I'm Kari - the babysitter!
Syndrome: Well, hello - Kari.
Kari: You're my replacement, thank heavens you've come! What does "S" stand for?
Syndrome: It stands for... sitter. Yeah, sitter. I was originally going to have initials for babysitter but then I would be going around with a big BS, and you can understand why I couldn't do that.

Kari: Okay, we're going to calm things down a bit and look at flash cards; won't that be fun?
[Kari begins playing tug-o-war with Jack-Jack over a flash card. Kari wins and holds the card up]
Kari: Triangle.
[Jack-Jack glares at her and makes a triangle with his hands and coos]
Kari: Good, house.
[Jack-Jack glares at her again and makes another triangle with his hands and coos again]
Kari: Campfire.
[Jack-Jack looks at the card and bursts into flame]

Kari: [pitch black] Wow, it's dark in here.
[Rick Dicker turns the light on]
Kari: Wow! And now it's too bright!
Agent Rick Dicker: File 82-7-0-2. Agent Rick Dicker interrogating. State your name, please.
Kari: Kari McKeen. It's like Carrie, only with a K instead of a C, and an "ah" instead of an "a", only one R, and an I instead of an I-E.
Agent Rick Dicker: Tell me about the incident.
Kari: Well... It started out like any normal sitting gig, you know, with the reassuring of the parent and all.
[cut to the Parr household, where Kari is talking on the phone with Helen]
Kari: Mrs. Parr, I can totally handle anything this baby can dish out.
[turns to Jack-Jack]
Kari: Can't I, little boo boo? Who can handle it?
[the airplane's alarm is heard on the other end of the line, and the call disconnects]
Kari: Uh Mrs... Mrs. Parr? Oh well, she knows you're in good hands.
[hangs up]
Kari: Now, who's ready for some neurological stimulation?

Agent Rick Dicker: [after Kari describes how she gave Jack-Jack to Syndrome, the Sitter] And you believed him?
Kari: The baby was exploding! You ever sat an exploding baby before, Mr. Dicker?
[he gets up and pulls down an odd contraption]
Kari: What's that?
Agent Rick Dicker: Have you told anyone else about this? Your parents?
[he aims the device's laser at Kari's forehead]
Kari: Nah, they thought I was being funny. But you believe me, don't you, Mr. Dicker?
Agent Rick Dicker: Sure, kid.
Kari: Ah, I just wish I could forget the whole thing.
Agent Rick Dicker: You will, kid.
[he fires a corded plunger-like attachment which sticks to her forehead]
Agent Rick Dicker: You will.
[Kari passes out]

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