[Ralph has just scared away the Sugar Rush racers who were tearing apart Vanellope's pedal kart; she gets up off the ground, sniffling]
Vanellope: What are you looking at?
Ralph: You're welcome, ya rotten little thief.
Vanellope: I'm not a thief! I just borrowed your stupid coin! I was gonna give it back to you as soon as I won the race!
Ralph: It's not a coin! It's a medal!
Vanellope: Coin, medal, whatever! Just go back to your own dumb game and win another one.
Ralph: I can't. I didn't win it in my game, I won it in Hero's Duty.
Vanellope: Hero's Doody? [bursts out laughing]
Ralph: It's not that kind of duty!
Vanellope: I bet you really gotta watch where you step in a game called Hero's Doody! Ha ha ha! What'd you win the medal for, wiping? [Ralph rolls his eyes] I hope you washed your hands after you handled that medal!
Ralph: Listen—
Vanellope: One more, one more: why did the hero flush the toilet? Say "Why?"
Ralph: [unimpressed] Why?
Vanellope: Because it was his "doody"!
Ralph: How dare you insult Hero's Duty, you little guttersnipe! I earned that medal! And you better get it back for me toute-suite, sister!
Vanellope: Well, unless you've got a go-kart hidden in the fat folds of your neck, I can't help ya!
[at his breaking point, Ralph starts taking out his anger by smashing apart the candy that litters the junkyard; he comes across a jawbreaker and hits it repeatedly]
Vanellope: [to herself] What a moron. [to Ralph] Hey, genius! That's a jawbreaker! You're never gonna— [Ralph finally manages to smash the jawbreaker open; Vanellope gives an impressed smile] Oh…
[Ralph sits down, exhausted, and Vanellope approaches him]
Vanellope: Enjoy your little tantrum, Diaper-Baby?
Ralph: Leave me alone.
Vanellope: Look, you want that medal, right? And I wanna race. So here's what I'm thinkin': You help me get a new kart—a real kart—and I'll win the race and get you back your medal!
Ralph: You want me to help you?
Vanellope: All you gotta do is break somethin' for me. C'mon, what do you say, friend? [extends her hand]
Ralph: We are not friends.
Vanellope: Aw, c'mon, pal! You son-of-a-gun! C'mon, buddy! Shake on it! C'mon, chumbo! Ralph, my man! M' main man! [seriously] Hey. My arm's getting tired. Do we have a deal or not?
Ralph: [groans; defeatedly] You better win. [shakes Vanellope's hand]
Vanellope: What are you looking at?
Ralph: You're welcome, ya rotten little thief.
Vanellope: I'm not a thief! I just borrowed your stupid coin! I was gonna give it back to you as soon as I won the race!
Ralph: It's not a coin! It's a medal!
Vanellope: Coin, medal, whatever! Just go back to your own dumb game and win another one.
Ralph: I can't. I didn't win it in my game, I won it in Hero's Duty.
Vanellope: Hero's Doody? [bursts out laughing]
Ralph: It's not that kind of duty!
Vanellope: I bet you really gotta watch where you step in a game called Hero's Doody! Ha ha ha! What'd you win the medal for, wiping? [Ralph rolls his eyes] I hope you washed your hands after you handled that medal!
Ralph: Listen—
Vanellope: One more, one more: why did the hero flush the toilet? Say "Why?"
Ralph: [unimpressed] Why?
Vanellope: Because it was his "doody"!
Ralph: How dare you insult Hero's Duty, you little guttersnipe! I earned that medal! And you better get it back for me toute-suite, sister!
Vanellope: Well, unless you've got a go-kart hidden in the fat folds of your neck, I can't help ya!
[at his breaking point, Ralph starts taking out his anger by smashing apart the candy that litters the junkyard; he comes across a jawbreaker and hits it repeatedly]
Vanellope: [to herself] What a moron. [to Ralph] Hey, genius! That's a jawbreaker! You're never gonna— [Ralph finally manages to smash the jawbreaker open; Vanellope gives an impressed smile] Oh…
[Ralph sits down, exhausted, and Vanellope approaches him]
Vanellope: Enjoy your little tantrum, Diaper-Baby?
Ralph: Leave me alone.
Vanellope: Look, you want that medal, right? And I wanna race. So here's what I'm thinkin': You help me get a new kart—a real kart—and I'll win the race and get you back your medal!
Ralph: You want me to help you?
Vanellope: All you gotta do is break somethin' for me. C'mon, what do you say, friend? [extends her hand]
Ralph: We are not friends.
Vanellope: Aw, c'mon, pal! You son-of-a-gun! C'mon, buddy! Shake on it! C'mon, chumbo! Ralph, my man! M' main man! [seriously] Hey. My arm's getting tired. Do we have a deal or not?
Ralph: [groans; defeatedly] You better win. [shakes Vanellope's hand]
[Ralph has just scared away the Sugar Rush racers who were tearing apart Vanellope's pedal kart; she gets up off the ground, sniffling]
Vanellope : What are you looking at?
Ralph : You're welcome, ya rotten little thief.
Vanellope : I'm not a thief! I just borrowed your stupid coin! I was gonna give it back to you as soon as I won the race!
Ralph : It's not a coin! It's a medal!
Vanellope : Coin, medal, whatever! Just go back to your own dumb game and win another one.
Ralph : I can't. I didn't win it in my game, I won it in Hero's Duty .
Vanellope : Hero's Doody ? [bursts out laughing]
Ralph : It's not that kind of duty!
Vanellope : I bet you really gotta watch where you step in a game called Hero's Doody ! Ha ha ha! What'd you win the medal for, wiping ? [Ralph rolls his eyes] I hope you washed your hands after you handled that medal!
Ralph : Listen—
Vanellope : One more, one more: why did the hero flush the toilet? Say "Why?"
Ralph : [unimpressed] Why?
Vanellope : Because it was his "doody"!
Ralph : How dare you insult Hero's Duty , you little guttersnipe! I earned that medal! And you better get it back for me toute-suite , sister!
Vanellope : Well, unless you've got a go-kart hidden in the fat folds of your neck, I can't help ya!
[at his breaking point, Ralph starts taking out his anger by smashing apart the candy that litters the junkyard; he comes across a jawbreaker and hits it repeatedly]
Vanellope : [to herself] What a moron. [to Ralph] Hey, genius! That's a jawbreaker! You're never gonna— [Ralph finally manages to smash the jawbreaker open; Vanellope gives an impressed smile] Oh…
[Ralph sits down, exhausted, and Vanellope approaches him]
Vanellope: Enjoy your little tantrum, Diaper-Baby?
Ralph : Leave me alone.
Vanellope : Look, you want that medal, right? And I wanna race. So here's what I'm thinkin': You help me get a new kart—a real kart—and I'll win the race and get you back your medal!
Ralph : You want me to help you ?
Vanellope : All you gotta do is break somethin' for me. C'mon, what do you say, friend? [extends her hand]
Ralph : We are not friends.
Vanellope : Aw, c'mon, pal! You son-of-a-gun! C'mon, buddy! Shake on it! C'mon, chumbo! Ralph, my man! M' main man! [seriously] Hey. My arm's getting tired. Do we have a deal or not?
Ralph : [groans; defeatedly] You better win. [shakes Vanellope's hand]
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