Dad: [Trying to feed Riley broccoli] Here we go. All right, open.
Joy: Hmm... this looks new.
Fear: 'Think its 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]