Wreck-It Ralph2012

[Ralph turns to face Vanellope. 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 glitches.]

Vanellope:
Hero's Doody?

[She bursts out laughing.]

Ralph:
[losing patience] It's not that kind of doody!

Vanellope:
[through laughter] 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.]

Vanellope:
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. Ralph sits down, exhausted, and Vanellope approaches him] 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, giving in] You better win. [shakes Vanellope's hand]