Wreck-It Ralph Page #6

MARY:

My cake.

Ralph pushes an ugly smile onto his figurine’s face.

RALPH:

See that? Look at that smile.

GENE:

No, no, no. You see, Ralph,

there’s no room for you up here.

Gene knocks Little Ralph back into the mud.

RALPH:

Well, what about this? We can make

room. We can take turns. Easy.

Ralph puts Little Ralph back on top of the cake and slams

Little Felix into the mud instead. The Nicelanders GASP.

FELIX:

How about we just eat the cake!

GENE:

Hang on. Felix needs to be on the

roof, because he’s about to get his

medal.

RALPH:

Well, then how about we just take

that medal and give it to Ralph for

once. Would that be the end of the

world, Gene?

Ralph rips the medal off, breaking the delicate fireworks,

and puts it on little Ralph.

GENE:

Now you’re just being ridiculous;

only good guys win medals, and you

sir are no good guy.

RALPH:

I could be a good guy if I wanted

to, and I could win a medal.

GENE:

Uh-huh. And when you do, come and

talk to us.

Gene takes Ralph off the cake.

WRECK-IT RALPH

RALPH:

And then would you finally let me

be on the top of the cake with you

guys?

GENE:

If you won a medal, we’d let you

live up here in the penthouse....

(off Ralph’s look)

But it will never happen...

Gene rips the medal off little Ralph, puts it on little

Felix, and puts Felix back on the top.

GENE (CONT’D)

...because you’re just the bad guy

who wrecks the building.

RALPH:

No, I’m not.

Gene slams Little Ralph back in the mud upside down.

GENE:

Yes, you are.

RALPH:

No, I’m NOT!

Ralph slams his fist down right on the cake. SMASH! Chunks of

cake and frosting cover the Nicelanders. Pac-Man stops

eating. His mouth falls open in shock.

GENE:

Yes, you are.

RALPH:

All right, Gene, you know what? I’m

gonna win a medal. Oh I am gonna

win a medal! The shiniest medal

this place has ever seen. A medal

so good that it will make Felix’s

medals wet their pants! And good

night. Thank you for the party.

Ralph exits, smashing a hole in the other side of the door.

ROY:

Is he serious?

WRECK-IT RALPH

GENE:

Oh please, where is a Bad Guy gonna

win a medal? Of course he’s not

serious.

SLAM CUT TO:

RALPH’S HAND CATCHING A BEER.

We’re in a bar.

RALPH:

I’ve never been more serious about

anything in my life. That’s why I

came straight here, Tapper.

TAPPER the bartender collects the empties in front or Ralph.

RALPH (CONT’D)

You’ve never given me a bum steer.

Now, where can a guy like me go and

win a medal?

TAPPER:

I don’t think such a game exists,

Ralph.

RALPH:

Come on, you know people. There’s

got to be--

MAN (O.S.)

Tapper! Need a root beer!

TAPPER:

(to Ralph)

Hold that thought.

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