Inside Out Quotes (2015)

Inside Out Quotes (2015)

Inside Out Quotes

Bing Bong: Take her to the moon for me, Joy.

Sadness: It's long term memory... you'll get lost in there.

Joy: C'mon! Think positive!

Sadness: Okay...


Sadness: I'm positive that you'll get lost in there!

[When trying to get out of the dump, Joy looks at the blue core memory and looks at a forgotten memory]

Joy: You remember how she used to stick her tongue out when she was coloring? [Joy picks another forgotten memory up and looks at it]

Joy: I could listen to her stories, all day.

[Joy picks up a third one]

Joy: I just wanted Riley to be happy...

[Holding the three forgotten memories and the blue core memory, she breaks down into tears.]

Joy: Hey, look! The Golden Gate Bridge! Isn't that great? It's not made out of solid gold like we thought, which is kind of a disappointment, but still!

Fear: I sure am glad you told me earthquakes are a myth, Joy, otherwise I'd be terrified right now.

Joy: Uh... yeah...

Fear: All right! We did not die today, I call that an unqualified success.

Sadness: Crying helps me slow down and obsess over the weight of life's problems.

Dad: [Trying to feed Riley broccoli] Here we go. All right, open.

Joy Hmm... this looks new.

Fear: Think it's safe?

Sadness: What is it?

Disgust: Okay, caution, there is a dangerous smell people. Hold on, what is that? That is not brightly colored or shaped like a dinosaur, hold on guys... it's... broccoli!

[presses buttons]

Riley: Yukee!

[flips bowl of broccoli on dad]

Disgust: Well, I just saved our lives. Yeah, you're welcome.

Dad: Riley, if you don't eat your dinner you're not gonna get any desert.

Anger: Wait, did he just say we couldn't have dessert?

[paces angrily]

Anger: So that's how you wanna play it old man? No dessert? Oh sure, we'll eat our dinner, right after you eat THIS!

[presses buttons]

Riley: [Starts crying and screaming]

Dad: Riley, Riley, here comes an airplane.

Anger: Oh, airplane. We got an airplane everybody.

Joy: Ooooh!

[Riley eats broccoli]

Additional Voices: [During dream sequence] Eat us! We're organic!

Anger: [After Joy and Sadness are ejected] Can I use that swear word now?

Joy: Come on, group hug! You too, Anger.

Anger: Don't touch me.

Joy: All these facts and opinions look the same. I can't tell them apart.

Bing Bong: Happens to me all the time. Don't worry about it.

Bing Bong: [Seeing a memory image of 11-year-old Riley] Whoa. Is this Riley?

[Joy looks at the image and nods]

Bing Bong: She's so big now. She won't fit in my rocket. How're we gonna get to the moon?"

Joy: Oh, it's that time in the twisty tree, remember? The hockey team showed up and Mom and Dad were there cheering. Look at her, having fun and laughing. It's my favorite.

Sadness: I love that one, too.

Joy: Atta girl! Now you're getting it!

Sadness: Yeah, it was the day the Prairie Dogs lost the big playoff game. Riley missed the winning shot. She felt awful. She wanted to quit. Sorry, I went sad again, didn't I?

Mind Worker Cop Jake: So, you're saying your husband was blown away by an elephant. Was he with anyone?

Mind Worker Cop Jake: Yes! And there she is!

[Joy runs through the Cloud Woman, causing her to disappear]

Mind Worker Cop Jake: Hey, come back here!

Mind Worker Cop: Forget it, Jake.

[He removes his sunglasses]

Mind Worker Cop: It's Cloudtown.

Fear: [Watching Riley's dream] Let me guess, she forgot to put on her pants.

Girl: Look, the new girl has no pants on!

Fear: Called it!

Riley: [Disgust pushes a button and pulls a lever] School was great, all right?

Fear: What was that? I though you said we were gonna "act casual".

Mom: Riley! Is everything okay?

[Riley sighs]

Father's Fear: Sir, she just rolled her eyes at us!

Father's Anger: All right, make a show of force, I don't want to have to put the foot down.

Father's Fear: No! Not the foot...

Dad: Riley, I do not like this new attitude.

Anger: Oh, I show you attitude, old man!

Fear: No! No, no, no! Breath!

[Fear gets punched by Anger, and Anger pushes a red button hard]

Riley: What is your problem? Just leave me alone!

Father's Fear: Sir, reporting high levels of sass!

Father's Anger: Take it to DEFCON 2!

Father's Fear: DEFCON 2!

Dad: I don't know where this disrespectful attitude came from.

Anger: You want a piece of this, Pops?

Riley: Yeah, well...

Father's Anger: Prepare the foot!

Father's Fear: Keys to safety position!

[Father's emotions unlocks the foot and Father Fear is about to ready to hit the red button]

Father's Fear: Ready to launch on your command, sir!

Riley: [Anger hardly yells and pulls the lever as the explosion on the top of his head is on fire] Just shut up!

Father's Anger: Fire!

[Father Fear pushes the red button that releases the foot down]

Dad: That's it! Go to your room!

Father's Fear: The foot is down. The foot is down. Woo!

[Father's emotions cheered]

Father's Anger: Good job, gentleman. That could have been a disaster.

Mother's Sadness: Well, that was a disaster.

Anger: I say we lock ourselves in our room and use that one swear word we know. It's a good one!

[Riley is on the verge of tears after attempting to run away back to Minnesota after feeling very homesick.]

Riley: I... I know you don't want me to, but I miss home. I miss Minnesota. You need me to be happy, but I want my old friends, and my hockey team. I wanna go home. Please don't be mad.

[Riley's mother and father stare sadly at their daughter]

Mom: Oh, sweetie...

Dad: We're not mad. You know what? I miss Minnesota too. I miss the woods where we took hikes.

Mom: And the backyard where we used to play.

Dad: Spring Lake, where you used to skate.

[Riley breaks down in tears]

Dad: Come here.

[Riley, her mother, and her father all embrace in a group hug, consoling Riley]

Joy: Disgust, make sure Riley stands out today, but also blend in.

Disgust: When I'm through, Riley will look so good all the other kids will look at their own outfits and barf.

Fear: Maybe it was a bear?

Disgust: There are no bears in San Francisco.

Anger: I saw a really hairy guy, he looked like a bear.

Clown's Joy: Six years of drama school... for this.

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