Inside Out (the bad version)/Transcript

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Transcript
(The Wolf Tracer Studios logo appears before fading to black.)

Anger (off screen): Do you ever look at someone and wonder, “What is going on inside their fucking head?” Well, I know. I know Riley’s head.

(Screen fades to show baby Riley, and zooms into her head.)

(Out of the darkness a red light glows, and Anger appears.)

Anger: Hmm?

(Anger pushes a single large button, and Anger sees Riley's parents.)

(The scene moves to the consciousness screen.)

Riley's mother: Hello, Riley.

Riley's father: Oh look at you. Aren't you a little bundle of anger?

(Angry memory rolls in.)

Anger: Whoa.

(Anger pushes the memory on the track.)

Anger (off screen): It was fucking amazing. Just Riley and me, forever...

(Riley cries, and Anger turns, showing Sadness.)

Anger (off screen): ...for 33 fucking seconds.

Sadness: I'm Sadness.

Anger: Oh, hello. I'm Anger. Can just... if you could.... I just want to fucking fix that. Thanks.

(The two struggle.)

Anger: And that was just the fucking beginning. Headquarters only got more fucking crowded from there. Very nice. Okay, looks like you got this.

(Riley's POV is shown.)

(Riley is now three years old, and is moving a wagon.)

(Fear appears, "supervising" Anger as he drives.)

Fear: Very nice. Okay, looks like you got this. Very good, sharp turn...

(Riley walks in front of a cord.)

Fear: Ahh! Look out! No!

(Riley stops and steps over the cord.)

(Fear leaps to the console.)

Anger: That's Fear. He's really fucking good at keeping Riley safe.

Fear (off screen): Easy... We're good. We're good.

(Fearful memory rolls in.)

Anger Whew.

Sadness: Nice job.

Fear: Thank you! Thank you very much.

(Anger jumps back into driving position.)

Anger: And we're fucking back!

(Riley starts running again, but her father picks her up and sits her at the table)

Riley's father: Here we go again. Alright, open.

(Riley's father lifts the spoon into Riley's mouth.)

Anger: Hmm. This looks new.

Fear: Do you think it's safe?

Sadness: What is it?

(Screen shows broccoli.)

(Disgust appears.)

Disgust: Eew! That's disgusting!

Anger: This is Disgust. She basically keeps Riley from being poisoned, physically and socially.

Disgust: Eew! That's disgusting!

(Disgust gags and pulls a lever.)

Riley: Yucky!

(Riley swats the broccoli and it lands on her father's face.)

(Disgusted memory rolls in.)

Riley's father: Riley, if you don't eat your dinner, you're not gonna get any dessert.

(Joy appears.)

Joy: Wait. Did he just say we couldn't have dessert?

Anger: That's Joy. She cares very fucking deeply about things being fair.

Joy: So that's how you want to play it, old man? No tacos? Sure, we'll eat our dinner! Right after you eat this! Yayyyyy!

(Joyous memory rolls in.)

(Joy takes the controls and Riley jumps everywhere, excited.)

Riley's father: Riley, Riley, here comes an airplane!

(Riley's father is holding a spoon.)

(Joy stops cheering.)

(Anger notices the spoon.)

Anger: Oh, airplane. We got a fucking airplane, everybody.

Disgust: Eew! That's disgusting!

Fear: Ohh!

Sadness: Ahh!

Anger: Airplane!

(Riley's father lands the spoon in Riley's mouth.)

(Angry memory rolls in.)

Anger: And you've met Sadness. She... well, she...

(Flash cuts to Riley crying.)

Anger: I'm not actually sure what she does. And I've checked, there's no fucking place for her to go, so she's good, we're good. It's all fucking great!

(Sadness exits, and Anger turns to show a wall full of angry memories.)

Anger: Anyway! These are Riley's fucking memories - and they're mostly angry, you'll notice, not to brag.

(Anger picks up a memory, showing three-year-old Riley playing on the swing with her friend Dora.)

Anger: But the really important ones are over here. I don't want to get too fucking technical, but these are called core memories.

(Anger pops open the machine, showing the core memories.)

Anger: Each one came from a super important time in Riley's life. Like when she first scored a goal? That was so fucking amazing!

(Memory shows two-and-a-half-year old Riley playing hockey.)

(Riley falls and misses goal.)

Riley's parents: Heeey! Would you look at that?! We got a future center here!

(A really bright red memory rolls in.)

Anger: And each core memory powers a different aspect of Riley's fucking personality. Like Hockey Island!

(Camera turns, showing the islands.)

Anger: Goofball Island is my personal least favorite.

(Memory shows Riley as a toddler, running naked.)

(Riley's father is chasing her with a towel.)

Riley's father: Come back here, you little monkey!

(Riley dances on the sofa before pooping.)

(Bing Bong appears.)

Riley: Bad news - My's future self doesn't really care about you anymore! She cares more about hockey and pop idols! And now, I will do a silly monkey dance to torture you!

Bing Bong: I have a better idea for torture!

Bing Bong (singing): Animal crackers in my soup, Monkeys and rabbits loop the loop. Gosh oh gee but I have fun, Swallowing animals one by one. In every bowl of soup I see, Lions and tigers watching me, I make 'em jump right through a hoop, Those animal crackers in my soup. When I get hold of the big bad wolf, I just push him under to drown, Then bite him in a million bits, And gobble him right down. When they're inside me where it's dark, I walk around like Noah's Ark. Stuff my tummy like a goop, With animal crackers in my soup. Animal crackers in my soup, Do funny things to me, They make me think my neighborhood Is a big menagerie. For instance there's our janitor, His name is Mr. Klein, And when he hollers at us kids, He reminds me of a lion, The grocer is so big and fat, He has a big mustache, He looks just like a walrus, just before he takes a splash!

Young Riley: Nooooooooooo! You can't be better than me!

(Bing Bong is seen trying to poop on her, but fortunately we cut to commercials.)

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(Cuts to CGI Furby with 2005 Furby logo)

Kids: Hey Furby!

(Music plays in background)

(Cuts to girl playing with a Furby)

Girl: Hey Furby!

Furby: Yeah?

Girl: Show me a dance!

(Furby moves its legs while kids dance in the background)

Boy and girl: Hey Furby!

Furby: Doo?

Girl: Tell me a joke!

Furby: Knock knock!

Kids: Hey Furby!

Furby: What?

Girl: Sing me a song!

Furby: Me no listen.

(Cuts to two Furbies next to each other)

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Kids: HEY FURBY!

(Girl hugs Furby)

Girl: I love you.

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(Camera cuts to kids running outside for recess)

(Kids spin Skip-It around their legs)

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(Cuts to room with animated Mr. Bucket)

Kids: It's Mr. Bucket!

Mr. Bucket: That's right! I'm Mr. Bucket!

Mr. Bucket (singing): I'm Mr. Bucket! I'm Mr. Bucket, toss your balls in my top I'm Mr. Bucket, out of my mouth they will pop! I'm Mr. Bucket! We're all gonna run! I'm Mr. Bucket! Buckets of fun!

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Kid: I win! I win!

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Mr. Bucket (singing): Buckets of fun!

(Cuts to fishbowl with goldfish swimming, and Tamagotchi in front of the fishbowl)

Goldfish: Well, isn't Tamagotchi her new favorite pet?

Girl: Yeah.

(Girl grabs Tamagotchi and runs out of the room)

Goldfish: So what does that make me? Fish sticks?

(Shows different angle of the room, no longer focusing on just the fishbowl)

Girl: Oh are you hungry?

Goldfish: Oh no no no no no! By all means, feed it! Play your heart's content!

(Girl shows the goldfish her Tamagotchi)

Girl: Look, Goldie! I took good care of her and she changed again!

Goldfish: Change?

(Goldfish jumps)

Goldfish: How about changes in water?

Mom (voice only): Katie, bus is here!

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(Cuts back to film)

Bing Bong: Buy our stuff or I'll poop on you!

Anger: Yup, Goofball is the fucking worst! Friendship Island is pretty bad too.

(Anger looks at Friendship Island.)

(Memory shows Riley and Dora walking with arms linked, laughing.)

(Anger looks at Honesty Island.)

Anger: Oh, I fucking hate Honesty Island! And that's the truth!

(Memory shows young Riley next to a broken plate with a hammer behind her back.)

Anger: And, of course, Family Island is fucking terrible.

(Memory shows young Riley with her parents decorating cookies.)

(Riley stuffs a cookie into her father's mouth.)

Anger: The point is, those fucking Islands of Personality are what make Riley... Riley!

(Bathroom showing young Riley playing while taking a bath.)

Young Riley: Look out, mermaid!

(Living room showing Riley climbing the couch, looking down at the floor.)

(Cut to Headquarters showing Anger turning on lava control.)

Young Riley: Lava!

(Riley jumps off of the couch and lands on a chair.)

(Back in the house, young Riley is drawing on the wall.)

Riley (singing): Step to the left, now step to the right, Put your knees together and squeeze 'em tight, Keep your arms moving side to side, Try to hold it in 'till it's time to ride, Knock, Knock, Let me in! Knock, Knock, Let me in! I gotta go! Uh! Knock, Knock, Let me in! Knock, Knock, Let Me in! I gotta go! Keep moving now, don't you stop, Hold it in till it's time to drop, Let me in before I pop. Too late, gotta grab the mop. Knock, Knock, Let me in! Knock, knock, Let me in! I gotta go! Uh! Knock, knock, Let me in! Knock, Knock, Let me in! I gotta go!

(In the Minnesota skating rink, six-year-old Riley skates around.)

(The headquarters shows Anger skating in sync with Riley.)

(Riley skates backwards.)

Riley's parents: Hey! Very nice! Where did you learn that?

(The headquarters shows Anger skating in sync with Riley.)

(The front steps show Riley and Dora drinking Icee slushees.)

Anger: Buy your Icee slush now!

(Riley grimaces.)

Riley: Ice headache!

Fear: Brain freeze!

All of the emotions: I scream, you scream, we all scream for Icee!

(All of the emotions scream as they freeze.)

(Back to the skating rink, kids are playing hockey.)

(Riley takes a shot and scores.)

Anger: Raaah!

(Cut to Riley's bedroom, Riley's parents tuck her into bed.)

Riley's father: Good night, kiddo!

Riley: G'night, Dad.

(Riley looks at the stars on the ceiling and falls asleep.)

Anger: And...we're out. That's what I'm fucking talking about: another Godawful day! Terrible job everybody! Let's get those fucking memories down to Long Term.

(Anger pulls a lever and the memories start rolling down.)

Fear: Alright, we did not die today! Call that an unqualified success.

(The memories pachinko down and go up a chute, gliding down the tubes for a distance before shooting out, like shooting stars.)

Anger (off screen): And that's it! We fucking hate our girl. She's got terrible friends and a terrible house. Things couldn't be worse. After all, Riley's 11 now. What could happen?

(The scene cuts to a house with sign reading "Moving sign: Sold!" before cutting back to headquarters.)

Anger: Wha...?

Sadness, Fear, Joy, and Disgust: AIIIIIIGHH!

(A packed car hatchback slams shut.)

Anger: Huh?

Sadness, Fear, Joy, and Disgust: AIIIIIIGHH!

(A van drives away.)

Anger: Ok, not what I fucking had in mind.

Sadness, Fear, Joy, and Disgust: AIIIIIIGHH!

(Series of shots of car driving down highway.)

(Credits reading "From the creators of The Rapsittie Street Kids: Believe in Santa" appear.)

(Title card reading "Inside Out" appears.)

(Riley looks out the window as the car emerges from a tunnel and drives across the bridge.)

Anger: Hey look, it's the Golden Gate Bridge! Isn't that fucking awful? It's not made of solid gold like we thought, which is a huge disappointment!