Disney’s Best Soul Movie Quotes – ‘What do you want to be remembered for?’

Joe: I’m trying to get back to my body. Can you help me?
Moonwind: That’s what we do. We are the mystics without borders. Devoted to helping the lost souls of Earth find their way. I’m Moonwind Stardancer at your service. That’s Windstar Dreamermoon, Dancerstar Windmoon, and that’s Dreamerwind Dreamerdreamer.
Joe: [to 22] These weirdos are going to help me get back?

Moonwind: [referring to a lost soul] Poor fellow. Some people just can’t let go of their own anxieties and obsessions, leaving them lost and disconnected from life. And this is the result.

Joe: So if your souls are here, where are your bodies?
Moonwind: Well, on Earth, of course.
Windstar: My body is in a trance in Palawan.
Dancerstar: I’m playing the Saraswati veena in Tibet.
Dreamerwind: I’m a shamanic healer meditating in Berkeley, California.
Joe: Mm-hmm. And let me guess, you’re drumming, chanting, and meditating?
Moonwind: Yes. Something like that.

Joe: And what about you? I thought you hated Earth.
22: Yeah, I’m not stuck with a body. So I can go wherever I want. I’m a nobody, get it?

Joe: [referring to the lost souls] So many of them. Sad.
Moonwind: You know, lost souls are not that different from those in the zone.
Joe: What?
Moonwind: The zone is enjoyable. But when that joy becomes an obsession, one becomes disconnected from life.

Joe: [after Joe ends up in the therapy cat and 22 ends up in his body] Oh, no. They can’t understand me. They think you’re me. You got to try.
22: Miss Doctor, we have a problem. I’m an unborn soul and I want to stay at the You Seminar.
Doctor: Yes, well, that drug doesn’t seem to be working at all.

22: No, no, no, you don’t understand. I’m not Mr Gardner.
Joe: Shh! They’re going to think you’re nuts. I mean, that I’m nuts! Oh, how did this happen?
22: I fell into your body because it doesn’t have a soul.
Joe: Then why am I in a cat?
22: I don’t know!

Doctor: Can you tell me what day it is?
22: It’s the worst day of my life. I don’t want to be here. I hate Earth.
Doctor: Tell you what. We’re going to keep you here for observation. Just for a bit. Perhaps our therapy cat can go to his next appointment.
[Joe as the therapy cat hisses at her]

22: Miss Doctor, this body’s soul is in this cat.
Joe: Stop talking.
22: So naturally, he wants to stay close.
Doctor: Keep the cat. Just get some rest. A lot of it. Okay?

22: I can’t believe I’m in a body on this hellish planet. I have bendy meat sticks. I can feel myself feeling myself!

Joe: Okay, do you think you can walk?
22: I don’t know! I failed Body Test Drive like four hundred and thirty-six times.

Joe: Wait. How do you know all that?
22: It’s all in this stupid brain of yours.
Joe: Hey, hey, hey. Stay out of there!
22: Oh, relax. There’s not much here. Jazz, jazz, more jazz. Oh, and someone named Lisa. Who’s that?
Joe: Never mind.

Joe: [to 22] No, don’t stop. What are you doing? This is New York City. You don’t stop in the middle of the street! Go, go, go.

Joe: [as 22 in Joe’s body is huddled in a street corner] Let’s go!
22: No way. I am staying right here until your stupid body dies! Which will happen any minute now because your stomach is earthquaking.

22: Yeah, this place is worse than I thought. It’s loud, and bright, and…
22: [sniffs the pizza slice that Joe’s brought her] Hmm. What is that in my nose?
Joe: That’s smell. And if you think that’s good, just imagine what it tastes like. Go on.
22: [takes a bite of the pizza getting a sensory overoad] It’s so good! It’s not horrible.
Joe: Good. You can eat on the way. Let’s go.
Joe: [as 22 is absorbed in eating the pizza slice] Or you just take a few minutes. Sure.
22: Strange, I don’t feel so angry anymore.

Marge: [as Joe and 22 find Moonwind in New York] Hey, Moonwimp! That sign won’t spin by itself, hear me?
Moonwind: But, Marge, look! I put this man’s soul in a cat.
Marge: Who cares?
Marge: [to 22 in Joe’s body]  And you! We only have room for one weirdo here, so, scram! Get back to Work!
Moonwind: No one understand my art.

Joe: [to 22] Alright, this is the last snack. I can barely fit into my pants as it is.

Joe: [to 22] We got to hail a cab. Hold your hand out. Hold it up and out. Man, this would be hard even if I wasn’t wearing a hospital gown.

Joe: Aah, Dorothea Williams saw me. What am I going to do? She’s going to think I’m crazy. Maybe you should call her up, and tell her that we’re not crazy.
22: I’ve only been a person for an hour, and even I know that’s a bad idea.

22: [referring to underarms and legs] How come this part is stinky, but this part smells fine?
Joe: Never mind. Just put those pants on. Sheesh, I can’t believe I’ve been walking around in this city with no pants on.
22: I don’t even want to be here, remember?
Joe: I don’t want you here either. I just want to get back to my body, then get back to the club.

Connie: [as she shows up at Joe’s apartment for her lesson] Band is a stupid waste of time.
22: This kid is talking sense.
Joe: What are you doing?
Connie: Here, I quit. I think jazz is pointless.
22: Oh, yeah. Jazz is definitely pointless.
Joe: Hey!

Connie: In fact, all of school is a waste of time.
22: [in Joe’s body] Of course. Like my mentor, George Orwell, used to say, “State sponsored education is like the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket.”
Connie: Yeah!
22: The ruling class’s core curriculum stifles dissent. It’s the oldest trick in the book.
Joe: What are you talking about? She doesn’t care about any of that.
Connie: I’ve been saying that since the third grade.

22: You know, you seem really smart. What is your position on pizza?
Connie: I like it?
22: Me too!
Joe: What are you doing?
22: I’d rather hang with Connie.
Joe: What? Come back here!

Connie: I think your cat wants to get out.
22: He thinks he knows everything.
Joe: 22! Don’t you walk away from me. Come here right now. I’m going to go in and I’m going to scratch up the sofa. Oh, wait a minute. That’s my sofa.

22: So Connie came here to quit, but then she didn’t.
Joe: 22, forget about that. Listen.
22: I need to know this, Joe. Why didn’t she quit?
Joe: Because she loves to play. She might say she hates everything, but trombone is her thing. She’s good at it. Maybe trombone is her spark. I don’t know.

22: [as she’s showering] This water hurts!
Joe: It’s okay. You just have to turn the other knob.
22: Oh, okay, that’s better.
Joe: And I wouldn’t be mad if you put a little lotion on me when you’re done.
22: I washed your butt for you.

Counselor Jerry A: [to the new souls] You five will be insecure. And you twelve will be self-absorbed.
Counselor Jerry B: We really should stop sending so many through that pavilion.

Terry: Found him! See that, everybody? Who figured out why the count’s off? That’s right, Terry did. It’s Terrytime.

Terry: [referring to Joe] I’ll go down there and get him. Set the count right, lickety-split.
Counselor Jerry A: Okay, woh. Are you sure that’s a good idea?
Terry: Look, you all are the ones who beefed it. I’m trying to un-beef it.
Counselor Jerry A: But you cannot be seen.
Counselor Jerry B: By anyone.
Terry: Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one else sees me. I’ll move among the shadows, like a ninja.
Counselor Jerry A: Please, just do it quickly and quietly.
Counselor Jerry B: And also quickly. And quietly as well. This won’t be a disaster, that’s for sure.

Dez: [as Joe takes 22 to get his hair fixed] Dorothea Williams? That’s big time, Joe. Congratulations!
Paul: Joe ain’t getting no gig, Dez. You know he Mr. Close-But-No-Cigar.

Dez: [as he’s getting ready to fix Joe’s hair] Sometimes, change is good. You have been rocking that same style for a while.
22: Well, Dez, for hundreds of years, I’ve had no style at all.
Paul: You can say that again.
22: But then my life changed.
Dez: Oh, yeah? What happened?
22: I was existing as a theoretical construct in a hypothetical way station between life and death.

22: And by the time I got to mentor number two sixty-six, I was seriously asking like, what is all the fuss about? Like, is all this living really worth dying for? You know what I mean?
Dez: I never knew you had such an interesting education, Joe. I just thought you went to music school.
22: And another thing, they say you’re born to do something, but how do you figure out what that thing is? I mean, what if you pick up the wrong thing? Or somebody else’s thing, you know? Then you’re stuck.

22: Well, that’s too bad. You’re stuck as a barber, and now you’re unhappy.
Dez: Woh, woh. Slow your roll there, Joe. I’m happy as a clam, my man. Not everyone can be Charles Drew inventing blood transfusions.
22: Or me, playing piano with Dorothea Williams. I know.

Paul: You are not all that. Anyone could play in a band if they wanted to.
Dez: Don’t pay Paul any mind. People like him just bring other people down so they can make themselves feel better.
22: Oh, I get it. He’s just criticizing me to cover up the pain of his own failed dreams.
Paul: You cut deep, Joe.

22: I wonder why sitting in this chair makes me want to tell you things, Dez.
Dez: That’s the magic of the chair. That’s why I love this job. I get to meet interesting folks like you, make them happy, and make them handsome.
22: [looks into the mirror] Wow! Am I crazy or do I look younger?
Dez: I may not have invented blood transfusions, but I am most definitely saving lives.

Dez: I don’t know about this crazy cat guy thing, man, but it is nice to finally talk to you about something other than jazz, Joe.
22: Huh. How come we never talked about your life before?
Dez: You never asked. But I’m glad you did this time.

Terry: [as he grabs Paul by mistake] Thought you could cheat the universe? Well, you thought wrong. I’m the accountant, and I’m here to bring you in! Oh, woh. You’re not Joe Gardner. My mistake. We’ll just get you back into your meat suit. There you go. No harm, no foul. Oh, boy. Look, fella, I’m thinking there’s no reason we can’t keep this little incident between us, eh? Mistakes happen. And it’s not your time. Unless you keep eating those processed foods, am I right? But seriously, stay away from those processed foods.

Joe: You know what, you did alright back there. How did you know how to deal with Paul?
22: I didn’t. I just let out the me. Hey, like you said about jazz. I was jazzing.
Joe: First of all, “jazzing” is not a word. And second, music and life operate by very different rules.

22: [as the pants rip] You were right. These pants are loosening.
Joe: Oh! No, no, no! Don’t let people see your butt!
22: It’s your butt.
Joe: It doesn’t matter whose butt… Take off the jacket. Tie it around your waist. Quick! Cover the butt!

Joe: [as they’re going to his mother’s to get his pants fixed] My mom doesn’t know anything about the gig, and I want to keep it that way. Okay?
22: Right, because she thinks you’re a failure.
Joe: What?
22: I didn’t say that. You did. Up here.
Joe: Look, my mom has her own definition of what success is, and being a professional musician isn’t it.

Joe: I don’t know. All the times I’ve been so close to getting to my dreams, something always gets in the way. You know what I mean?
22: [referring to man singing in the subway] He’s good. And I’ve heard music before, but I’ve never felt like this inside.
Joe: Of course, you love music now, because you’re me.

Joe: Don’t worry about it. It’s the subway. It does that to some people.
22: Does what?
Joe: It wears you down. It stinks. It’s hot. It’s crowded. Every day the same thing, day in and day out. But once I get on the stage tonight, all my troubles are going to be fixed. You’re going to see a brand new Joe Gardner.

Joe: Repeat after me. Mom, I know we’ve had some rough times. But you’re right, I can’t be truthful with you. Because it seems like no matter what I do, you disapprove.
Libba: Look, I know you love playing.
Joe: Then how come except for church, you’re the happiest when I don’t? I finally land the gig of my life and you’re upset.
Libba: You didn’t see how tough being a musician was on your father. I don’t want to see you struggle like that.

Joe: Music is all I think about. From the moment I wake up in the morning to the moment I fall asleep at night.
Libba: You can’t eat dreams for breakfast, Joey.
Joe: Then I don’t want to eat. This isn’t about my career, mom. It’s my reason for living. And I know dad felt the same way. I’m just afraid that if I died today, that my life would’ve amounted to nothing.

Joe: [after his Libba gives him his father’s suit] Oh, that was amazing. You know what that felt like? It felt like jazz.
22: Yeah, you were jazzing.
Joe: Ha-ha. Okay, jazzing.

22: I’m telling you, Joe. You really should call Lisa again.
Joe: I don’t really have time for a relationship right now, 22.
22: Oh, busy right now? Want to wait till you die a second time? Cool, cool, cool.
Joe: I can’t believe I’m getting romantic advice from an unborn soul.
22: I can think of worse.

Joe: So, you ready?
22: Huh?
Joe: To go home. I bet you’re ready to get off of this stinky rock, huh? What do you think of Earth, anyway?
22: I always said it was dumb. But I mean, just look at what I found. Your mom sewed your suit from this cute spool. When I was nervous, Dez gave me this. A guy on the subway yelled at me. It was scary. But I kind of liked that too.

22: The truth is, I’ve always worried that maybe there’s something wrong with me. You know? Maybe I’m not good enough for living. But then you showed me about purpose, and passion, and maybe sky-watching can be my spark. Or walking. I’m really good at walking.
Joe: Those really aren’t purposes, 22. That’s just regular old living.

Moonwind: I’ll have you back in your bodies in no time.
22: No. I’ve got to find it here, on Earth. This is my only chance to find my spark.
Joe: 22, you’re only loving this stuff because you’re in my body. You can find your own thing to love when you get back to the You Seminar. Now, come on, I need my body back. Now!
22: No! I’m in the chair.
[she runs off in Joe’s body]

Joe: [after Terry catches them and brings them back to the Great Before] I was going to play with Dorothea Williams!
22: And I was about to find my spark!
Joe: Find your spark? My life was finally going to change!
22: You promised! But you wouldn’t even give me five minutes!
Joe: I lost everything because of you!
Terry: Joe! You cheated.

22: [as she’s got her Earth Pass] You don’t know. You can’t be sure why my pass changed.
Joe: Come on, 22. Think about it. You hated music until you were in my body. You hated everything until you were me. I hope you enjoy it.
[22 tosses the badge at Joe and disappears]

Counselor Jerry B: I have to ask, how the Dickens did you do it? Get that Earth Pass to change?
Joe: Oh. You know what, I just let her walk a mile in my shoes, you could say.

Joe: Hey, we never found out what 22’s purpose was.
Counselor Jerry B: Excuse me?
Joe: You know, her spark. Her purpose. Was it music? Biology? Walking?
Counselor Jerry B: We don’t assign purposes. Where did you get that idea?
Joe: Because I have piano. It’s what I was born to do. That’s my spark.
Counselor Jerry B: A spark isn’t a soul’s purpose. Oh, you mentors and your passions. Your purposes. Your meanings of life. So basic.

Joe: [as he jumps back to Earth using 22’s Earth Pass] It is music. My spark is music. I know it is.

22: I’m no good. I got no purpose. No purpose. No purpose.

Joe: [after Joe is back in his body] Listen, you got to give me another chance.
Dorothea: This is my band. I decide who plays.
Joe: And if you don’t go with me, you’ll be making the biggest mistake of your career.
Dorothea: Oh, yeah? Why is that?
Joe: My only purpose on this planet is to play. It’s what I was meant to do. And nothing’s going to stop me.
Dorothea: Well, aren’t you an arrogant one? I guess you really are a jazz player. Tell Robert he’s out. For now. Nice suit.

Joe: Get ready, Joe Gardner, your life is about to start.

Dorothea: [after Joe has a successful first performance] What’s wrong, Teach?
Joe: It’s just I’ve been waiting on this day for my entire life. I thought I’d feel different.
Dorothea: I heard this story about a fish. He swims up to this older fish, and says, “I’m trying to find this thing they call the ocean. “The ocean?” Says the older fish. “That’s what you’re in right now.” “This?” Says the young fish. “This is water. What I want is the ocean.” See you tomorrow.

Moonwind: [afer Joe plays the piano to enters the zone] When neither of you returned to The Half Note, I suspected something had gone wrong. I came back here, and that’s when I spotted her. Lost souls are obsessed by something that disconnects them from life. And now that 22 has technically lived, she’s become one of them.

Counselor Jerry B: And for correcting our absent-minded mistakes, and setting the count right, we are awarding you, Terry, this trophy. As you requested.
Terry: I am happy to accept this very special award I requested, but that I absolutely deserve.

Joe: 22, I was wrong. Please, will you listen? You are ready to live, 22.

22: [as Joe sees 22 in her lost soul state] I’m not good enough. Nope. No. Nothing. I just need to fill out that last box.
Joe: 22!
22: You’re dishonest. All you make are bad decisions. You are unwise, and you won’t make it in the world. You’re so selfish. No one would ever want to be around you. Loser. Oh, the world needs remarkable people, and you are the least remarkable soul I’ve ever met. You’ll never find your spark. Imbecile.

Joe: [as 22 sees Joe as Mr. Mittens the cat] You ready?
22: Huh?
Joe: To come live.
22: I’m scared, Joe. I’m not good enough. And anyway, I never got my spark.
Joe: Yes, you did. Your spark isn’t your purpose. That last box fills in when you’re ready to come live. And, the thing is, you’re pretty great at jazzing.

22: [as Joe gives back 22 her Earth Pass] But, Joe, this means you won’t get to…
Joe: It’s okay. I already did. Now it’s your turn. I’ll go with you.
22: You know you can’t do that.
Joe: I know. But I’ll go as far as I can.
[he holds her and and they jump through the portal together]

Counselor Jerry A: [after 22 enters Earth and Joe is heading to the Great Beyond] I think I’m speaking for all the Jerrys when I say thank you.
Joe: For what?
Counselor Jerry A: We’re in the business of inspiration, Joe. But it’s not often we find ourselves inspired.
Joe: Huh. Really?
Counselor Jerry A: So we all decided to give you another chance. Hopefully, you will watch where you walk from now on.
Joe: But what about Terry?
Counselor Jerry A: We worked it out with Terry.

Counselor Jerry A: So what do you think you’ll do? How are you going to spend your life?
Joe: I’m not sure. But I do know, I’m going to live every minute of it.

Terry: [after credits] Hey! Movie’s over. Go home!