Monsters, Inc.


Boo: Mike Wazowski!

Randall: Say hello to the Scream Extractor.
Mike: Uh… hello.

Fungus: I’m sorry, Wazowski, but Randall said I’m not allowed to fraternize with victims of his evil plot.

Mike: Oh, hey. We’re rehearsing a – a scene for the upcoming company play called uh, ‘Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me’. It’s a musical. (singing) ‘Put that thing back where it came from or so help me… so help me, so help me!’ and…cut. We’re still working on it, it’s a work in progress but, hey, we need ushers.

Mike: I think I have a plan here: using mainly spoons, we dig a tunnel under the city and release it into the wild.
Sulley: Spoons?
Mike: That’s it, I’m out of ideas. We’re closed. Hot air balloon? Too expensive. Giant slingshot? Too conspicuous. Enormous wooden horse? Too Greek.

Yeti: Snow cone?
Mike: Yuck.
Yeti: No, no, no, don’t worry. It’s lemon.

Mike: Someone else will find the kid. It’ll be their problem, not ours. She’s out of our hair!
Randall: What are you two doing?
Monster: They’re rehearsing a play.
Mike: (singing) She’s out of our hair…!

Sulley: I can still hear her little voice.
Boo: Mike Wazowski!
Mike: Hey, I can hear her too.
Kids: Mike Wazowski!
Mike: How many kids you got in there?