Vitruvius: The Special has arisen.
Gandalf: Have the young man step forward.
Vitruvius: As you wish, Dubbledore.
Gandalf: I'm Gandalf!
Dumbledore: It's pronounced Dumbledore.
Dumbledore: No, Dumbledore.
Vitruvius: I thought you said Dubbledore.
Vitruvius: Ah, we gotta write all that down 'cause I'm not gonna remember any of it, but here we go. The Special will now give an eloquent speech.
Batman: If this relationship is going to work out between us I need to feel free to party with a bunch of strangers whenever I feel like it. I will text you.
Emmet: That's the signal, but the shield is still up.
Batman: Then I guess we'll just have to wing it. That's a bat pun.
Lord Business: Whoo! Nothing's gonna stop me now.
Vitruvius: Wait. There was a prophecy.
Lord Business: Oh, now there's a prophecy.
Vitruvius: About the Piece of Resistance.
Lord Business: Oh, yes! The supposed Piece of Resistance that can somehow magically disarm the Kragle. Give me a break!
Vitruvius: One day, a talented lass or fellow A Special One with face of yellow, will make the Piece of Resistance found from its hiding refuge underground and with a noble army at the helm, this MasterBuilder will thwart the Kragle and save the realm and be the greatest, most interesting most important person of all times. All of this is true, because it rhymes.
Lord Business: Oh, wow. That was a great inspiring legend... That you made up. A prophecy? What a bunch of hippy...dippy...baloney.
Emmet: You don't have to be the bad guy. You are the most talented, most interesting, and most extraordinary person in the universe. And you are capable of amazing things. Because you are the Special. And so am I. And so is everyone. The prophecy is made up, but it's also true. It's about all of us. Right now, it's about you. And you still can change everything.