Sometimes, the hero or heroine can make a bargain or a deal with someone, usually for these reasons:

  • To ask for assistance
  • Make a deal with the enemy
  • To find a solution to a problem

This commonly happens in superhero, science fiction, horror, and fantasy stories.


  • In Geronimo Stilton and the Mystery in Venice, Geronimo Stilton bargains with Stuart Sharpwhisker that if he wins the gondola race, he would let his niece, Hope, marry the man of her dreams.
  • Merida bargains with the witch that she'll buy every carving for a spell to change her fate.
  • Ariel makes a deal with Ursula so she can give up her voice to be with Eric.
  • Michael Jordan makes a deal with Mr. Swackhammer that if he wins, the Monstars give the NBA players their talents back; but if he loses, he'll give himself to Moron Mountain.
  • Judy Hopps strikes a bargain with Chief Bogo that she'll find Emmitt Otterton in two days, or she resigns.
  • Rapunzel makes a deal with Flynn Rider that if he takes her to see the floating lights that appear on her birthday, she'll return his satchel to him.
  • Lewis makes a deal with Wilbur that he take him to see his estranged mother.
  • Hercules bargains with Hades that he'll take Meg's place in the Underworld.
  • Ginger makes a deal with Rocky Rhodes that he teach her and the hens to fly.
  • The Wizard of Oz makes a deal with Dorothy Gale and her friends that if they bring him the Wicked Witch's broomstick, he will grant their wishes.
  • Chel makes a deal with Miguel and Tulio to help them keep the god charade up, if they take her with them when they leave.
  • Moana makes a deal with Maui that she'll help him get his fish hook back if he helps her restore the heart of Te Fiti.
  • Judy Hopps strikes a bargain with Nick Wilde that if he helps her find Emmit Otterton, she'll give her pen to him.


You like making deals. Take me in Meg's place.
~ Hercules making a deal with Hades.

(Rapunzel: Okay, Flynn Rider, I'm prepared to offer you a deal.) (Flynn Rider: Deal?) (Rapunzel yanks her hair, spinning the chair Flynn is tied to and causing him to tumble to the floor.) (Rapunzel: Look this way. (She unfurls the picture of the floating lights.) Do you know what these are?) (Flynn Rider: You mean the lantern thing they do for the princess?) (Rapunzel: Lanterns. I KNEW they weren't stars. (to Flynn) Well, tomorrow evening they will light the night sky with these lanterns. You will act as my guide, take me to these lanterns, and return me home safely. THEN, and ONLY then, will I return your satchel to you. That is my deal.) (Flynn Rider, pushing himself up: can do. Unfortunately, the kingdom and I aren't exactly "simpatico" at the moment, so I won't be taking you anywhere.) (Rapunzel turns to Pascal, who pounds his scaly fist into his hand. She hops down like a cat and reels in Flynn.) (Rapunzel: Something brought you here, Flynn Rider. Call it what you will. Fate, destiny...) (Flynn Rider: A horse?) (Rapunzel: So I have made the decision to trust you.) (Flynn Rider: A horrible decision, really.) (Rapunzel: But trust me when I tell you this.) (She pulls Flynn closely.) (Rapunzel, sternly: You can tear this tower apart brick by brick, but without MY help, you will never find your precious satchel.) (Flynn clears his throat.) (Flynn Rider: Let me just get this straight. I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you'll give me back my satchel?) (Rapunzel, firmly: I promise. And when I promise something, I never, EVER break that promise. EVER.) (Flynn Rider: All right, listen. I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder.) (He is about to give her the smolder, but Rapunzel is not impressed.) (Flynn Rider: This is kind of an off day for me. This doesn't normally happen.) (He has no option.) (Flynn Rider: Fine, I'll take you to see the lanterns.) (Rapunzel, so excited she lets go of the chair: Really?) (Flynn tumbles to the floor with a thud.) (Rapunzel: Oops.) (Flynn Rider: You broke my smolder.)
~ Rapunzel making a deal with Flynn Rider that he'll take her to see the floating lanterns and she'll return his satchel to him.

(Merida slips into the cottage and notices wood carvings around every corner. Here's where the Witch shows up.) (Witch: Ooh! Look around. You holler if you see anything you like. Everything is half off.) (Merida: Uh...) (She looks around, then turns to notice the little old woman.) (Merida: Who are you?) (Witch: Just a humble wood carver.) (Merida, looking at a jar: Um...I don't understand.) (She turns around and gasps as she notices the crone looking at her.) (Witch: See anything you like? (She gestures to a small bear toy.) (Witch: Perhaps a bit of whimsy to brighten any dank chamber.) (Merida: But the will-o'-the wisps, they lea - ) (Witch, pulling out a nifty mechanical bear: Oh! This is one of a kind! I'll make you a deal with this rare prize.) (Merida turns around to notice a broom sweeping by itself.) (Merida: Your broom!) (The witch snaps her fingers, and the broom stops.) (Merida: It was sweeping by itself!) (Witch: That's ridiculous. Wood can't be imbued with magical properties. I should know I'm a wee...whittler of wood. Oh!) (She pulls out a carving.) (Witch: How about this conversation starter? It's made of yew wood. Tough as stone.) (Merida backs away to where the crow stands and turns around.) (Witch: Oh, ah-ah-ah! That's stuffed.) (Merida reaches out to touch the crow, which snaps at her.) (Crow: Staring is rude!) (Merida: Oh, oh! The crow, the crow's talking!) (Crow: That's not all I can do.) (The crow begins to sing and pulls off a reverberating operatic tone. The witch wallops him with her broom, which sweeps him away. The crow hops up and hisses. The pieces fall into place.) (Merida, with a gasp: You're a WITCH!) (Witch, carving a sculpture: Wood carver.) (Merida: That's why the wisps led me here!) (Witch: Wood carver!) (Merida: You'll change my fate!) (Witch, chopping wood with an ax: WOOD CARVER!) (Merida: You see, it's my mother...) (Witch, throwing down the ax: I am not a witch! Too many unsatisfied customers!) (Merida gazes at the witch with frightened eyes.) (Witch: If you're not going to buy anything...get out!) (She snaps her fingers, and a combo of knives, axes, and tools appear, pointing threateningly at Merida as she pushes her to the door.) (Merida: No! The wisps led me here!) (Witch: I don't care! Get out! Shoo! Get! Begone with you!) (Merida: Wait! I'll buy all!) (Witch, now surprised: What, what was that?) (Merida: Every carving.) (Witch, with a chuckle: And how are you going to pay for that, sweetie?) (Merida, pulling off her necklace: With this.) (Witch, now awed: Oh, my, that's lovely, that is.) (Crow: That would set us up for months.) (The tools fall to the floor. The witch reaches for the necklace, but Merida pulls it away.) (Merida: Ah-ah-ah.) (The witch gasps.) (Merida, enunciating: Every carving and one spell.) (The crow prepares to grab Merida's necklace, but the witch grabs him by the beak.) (Witch: Are you sure you know what you're doing?) (Merida: I want a spell to change my mum. That will change my fate.) (Witch, grabbing the necklace: Done!)
~ Merida bargaining with the witch for a spell to change her fate.

(Mr. Swackhammer is furious with the Monstars.) (Mr. Swackhammer, pointing to Michael Jordan: Why didn't you get THIS guy?) (Monstar Pound: He's a baseball player.) (Monstar Nawt: Yeah, boss. A baseball player.) (Mr. Swackhammer: Looks like a BASKETBALL player to me.) (Monstar Blanko: Yeah, me too.) (Mr. Swackhammer: HE'S the one I want for Moron Mountain.) (Michael Jordan: Hey!) (This gets Swackhammer's attention.) (Mr. Swackhammer: Are you talking to ME?) (Michael Jordan: Yeah, I'm talking to you. You want a piece of me? Come and get it.) (Swackhammer waddles over to Michael.) (Monstar Bupkus: Uh-oh.) (Mr. Swackhammer: What did you have in mind?) (Michael Jordan: What about we raise the stakes a little bit?) (Mr. Swackhammer, puffing on his cigar: Hmm. Interesting.) (Michael Jordan: If we win, you give the NBA players their talent back.) (Mr. Swackhammer: But what if WE win?) (Michael Jordan: If YOU win?) (Mr. Swackhammer: Uh-huh.) (Michael Jordan, firmly: You get me.) (Monstar Pound: Good deal, boss.) (The Monstars laugh with evil glee.) (Bugs Bunny: Doc, you think that's a good ide - ?) (Michael holds his hand over Bugs's face for silence. Swackhammer blows smoke from his cigar.) (Mr. Swackhammer: You'll be our star attraction. You'll sign autographs all day long...and play one on one with the paying customers. And you'll always lose. Do we have a deal?) (Michael Jordan, extending his hand: Deal.) (Michael shakes Mr. Swackhammer's beefy hand. As soon as the wicked alien lumbers off, Bugs runs over to Michael.) (Bugs Bunny: I don't think you shoulda done that, Doc.) (Michael Jordan: I have faith in my team.)
~ Michael Jordan making a deal with Mr. Swackhammer to help his team.

(Chief Bogo: I will give you forty-eight hours.) YES! (Chief Bogo: That's TWO days to find Emmitt.) Okay. (Chief Bogo: But, you strike resign.) (Judy knows there is no option, so...) Okay. Deal.
~ Judy Hopps making a deal with Chief Bogo that she'll solve the case of Emmitt Otterton's disappearance, but if she fails, she resigns.

(Dorothy and her friends enter the Wizard's throne room where they face the Giant Head of Oz.) I am Oz, The Great and Powerful, Who are you? Who are YOU (Dorothy: If you please, I am Dorothy, The Small and Meek. We've come to ask you--) SILENCE! (Dorothy: Oh! Jiminy Crickets!) The Great and Powerful Oz knows why you have come. Step forward, Tin Man! (The Tin Man approaches the Wizard, his knees shaking with fear.) You dare come to me for a heart, do you? You clinking, clanking, clattering collection of caligenous junk! (Tin Man: Y-Yes sir. Y-Yes your honor you see a while back we were walking down the Yellow Brick Road and--) QUIET! (The Tin Man runs back to the others in fright while the Scarecrow is the next to approach the Wizard.) And you, Scarecrow, have the effrontery to ask for a brain, you billowing bale of bovine fodder! (Scarecrow:Yes your Honor, I-I mean your Excellency, I-I mean your Wizardry!) ENOUGH! (The Scarecrow runs back to the others in fright just like the Tin Man.) And you, Lion! (The Cowardly Lion approaches the Wizard even more frightened than the others.) WELL?! (Upon seeing the Giant Head, the Lion faints from fear, and Dorothy and the other two come to help wake him up.) (Dorothy: You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Frightening him like that when he came to you for help!) SILENCE, WHIPPERSNAPPER! The Beneficent OZ has every intention of granting your requests. (Lion (waking up): What's that? What'd he say? What's that? What he say?) But first you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a very small task: Bring me the Broomstick of The Witch of the West! (Tin Man: B-B-But if we do that, we'll have to kill her to get it!) Bring me her broomstick, and I'll grant your requests. Now go. (Lion: But--But what if she kills us first?) I SAID GO!!! (The Lion, frightened by the Wizard's loud voice, runs out of the throne room in fright and jumps out through a glass window, breaking glass in the process.)
~ The Wizard of Oz makes a deal with Dorothy Gale and her friends that if they bring him the Wicked Witch's broomstick, her will grant their wishes.

(Nick Wilde is walking a stroller. Finnick is disguised as a baby, snoring. Judy Hopps rolls up to him in her police cruiser.) (Judy: Hi! Hello! It's me again.) (Nick: Hey, it's Officer Toot-Toot.) (Judy, with a laugh: No. Actually, it's Officer Hopps, and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case.) (Nick: What happened, meter maid? Did someone steal a traffic cone? It wasn't me.) (Judy zooms over to Nick and blocks his path.) (Nick: Hey, Carrots. You're gonna wake the baby. I gotta get to work.) (Judy hops out of her cruiser and trots over to Nick.) (Judy: This is important, sir. I think your ten dollars worth of popsicles can wait.) (Nick, with a scoff: I make two hundred bucks a day, Fluff. Three hundred and sixty five days a year since I was twelve. And time is money. Hop along.) (Judy, holding up the picture of Emmit Otterton: Please, just look at the picture. You sold Mr. Otterton a pawpsicle, right? Do you know him.) (Nick, slyly: I know everybody. And I also know that somewhere, there's a toy store missing its stuffed animals, so why don't you get back to your box?) (That does it.) (Judy, putting her foot down: Fine. Then we'll have to do this the hard way.) (CLANK! She slaps a parking boot on the front wheel of Nick's stroller.) (Nick: Did you just boot my stroller?) (Judy, firmly: Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest.) (Nick, with a scoff: For what? Hurting your feewings?) (Judy: Felony tax evasion.) (She begins writing notes.) (Judy: Yeah, two hundred dollars a day, three hundred sixty five days a year since you were twelve, that's two decades times twenty, which million, four hundred, sixty thousand, I think. I mean, I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying.) (Judy examines Nick's tax file.) (Judy: Anyway, according to your tax forms, you reported, let me see here...ZERO!) (Nick is stunned.) (Judy: Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time.) (Nick, crossing his arms: Well, it's MY word against yours.) (Judy rewinds the recording she made on her carrot pen and replays what Nick said earlier.) (Nick on recording: Two hundred bucks a day, Fluff. Three hundred and sixty five days a year since I was twelve.) (Judy: Well, it's YOUR word against yours. (sternly) And if you want this pen, you're going to help me find this poor missing otter, or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria. (slyly) It's called a hustle, sweetheart.)
~ Judy Hopps bargaining with Nick that he'll help her find Emmit Otterton.

(Petty: Belgian ale. (drinks it) Oh, man, those monks got it right. I mean, I don't know about the whole "sellabicy" think, but when it comes to beer... Would you like one?) I'm more of a Corona man myself. (Petty: Ah. (takes a bucket of Corona with ice, then pulls one bottle out of the bucket.) Your file's not only detailed... (opens the bottle)'s, uh, extremely entertaining. (Dom takes the bottle.) Look, Shaw's power is that he's, uh, he's a shadow. He's really good at getting in and out of places without being seen and leaving nothing but a body count in his wake. I mean he's a legitimate English bada**. To be honest, really, Dom, I don't give two sh**s about Deckard Shaw. It's you I want, because you and I can help each other get what we both need.) I'm listening. (we then see a few large screens) (Petty: Just recently, a private military company led by a wanted terrorist named Mose Jakande kidnapped a hacker known only by the name Ramsey. Now Lady Liberty's got her panties in a bunch over this, but rightfully so because this Ramsey has created something interesting. Bring it up.) (Agent: Yes, sir.) (a globe made of white dots comes onto one of the screens.) (Petty: Say hello to God's Eye. That little b*****d hacks into anything that's on the digital network. That means every cell phone, satellite, ATM machine and computer, simultaneously. If it's got a microphone or lens, God's Eye can use it to find you.) So you invited me here to show me a tracking device? (Petty: On steroids, lots of them. Let me put it to you this way. It took us nearly a decade to find Osama Bin Laden. With this, we'd have located him anywhere on the planet in a couple of hours. Now, that's a serious piece of machinery, that can be catastrophic in the wrong hands. But for some very nauseating political reasons, any rescue plan involving any US government forces or entity, has been strictly ruled out. And that's why I need you.) But why do I need you? I mean, I could go back outside, enjoy the rest of the Coronas, let Shaw come to me. (Petty: You could do that? How's that working out for you so far? You got one friend in the ground, another one in the hospital, and then of course, there's that little issue with the bomb that destroyed your home. Shaw lives in a world that doesn't play by your rules. Like it or not, you live in that world now, too. You wanna know how to kill a shadow? You just shine a little light on it. If you get the God's Eye for me, I've already got authorization for you to use it until you catch Shaw. You go from the hunted to the hunter, and there's no place on earth Shaw can hide from you. More importantly, you and your family don't go to any more funerals. You get Ramsey, you get the God's Eye, you get Shaw. Well, that's the wind-up and the pitch. Now that I've given you this incredibly sensitive and highly classified information, what do you think, Toretto?) I think you already know what I'm gonna do. (Petty: Good.) But it'll be my way, and my crew.) I assumed you might say that, which is why I've taken the liberty of gathering your team.)
~ Dom Toretto making a deal with Frank Petty.

(Purcell: Theodore Donald Finch. Carnegie Mellon University, MIT.) (Finch: My handle's Rat, call me Rat.) (Purcell: 63 computer fraud indications...) (Finch: 64.) (Purcell: Two convictions. This is strike three, Mr Finch.) (Finch: Wait a second. You guys aren't here to whack me, are you? Because I was really hoping to have sex before that happened.) (Purcell: No. I've been told by the FBI, whose database you crippled last year, that you're the best in the business. So you're about to be given a choice.) (Finch: What if I say no?) (Zimsky: Excuse me, but is this really the best we could do? I mean-) (Finch: How many languages do you speak?) (Zimsky: Five, actually.) (Finch: Well, I speak one: 10100. With that, I could steal your money, your secrets, your sexual fantasies, your whole life, any country, any time, any place I want. We multitask like you breathe. I couldn't think as slow as you if I tried.) (Zimsky: Do you have any idea-) Hey, let's give the kid a break. (starts walking around Finch, only to get pick-pocketed.) Okay, it's a phone, it's just a phone. (Finch starts playing with Keyes' phone and a chewing gum wrapper.) Rat, we got a big problem. A lot of people are going to die. We need your help. (Finch: What kind of help?) (Purcell: Information control.) We need you to control the flow of information on the Internet. (Finch: Nobody controls the Internet.) Could you? With unlimited resources? (Finch: You want me to hack the planet? He wants me to hack the planet. (throws Keyes his phone back.) You've got free long-distance on that phone, forever. Okay, if I decide to do this, I'm gonna need an unlimited supply of Xena tapes and Hot Pockets.) (Purcell: Hot Pockets?) (Finch: They help me concentrate.) Sounds fair.
~ Dr Joshua Keyes, Dr Conrad Zimsky and Gen. Thomas Purcell bargaining with Theodore Donald "Rat" Finch.

(Lazarus: Need something, man?) Well, I hear this is the perfect place to disappear for a few days for my crew, no questions asked. (Lazarus: Hey, my home is your home if the price is right.) Perfect. Tennyson! (Tennyson passes a package up, which Xander opens.) You're gonna like this. I just happen to have the best hardware in the South Pacific. (Lazarus examines the guns inside.) (Lazarus: 30% off the top gets you our finest hospitality package.) 30% off the top? What do I get, the girls for a weekend and two coconuts? 10%. (Lazarus: 10%? You must have got mixed up with the other island. It happens all the time. Here's what you do: you turn around, go get your boat, you can kiss my a**.) Okay. Now, hang on. (turns to Tennyson) What do you think? (Tennyson opens his mouth to speak.) You talked me into it. 18%. (Lazarus: You think this is a flea market? You think we sell TVs or fake watches or something like that? What's wrong with you, man?) Alright...22 and a half. (Lazarus: How are you gonna do the half?) (Xander takes one of the guns.) Twenty-two... (snaps the gun in half, and holds out one of the halves.) ...and a half. (Lazarus takes the half, pauses, then laughs and hugs Xander.) (Lazarus: Alright, have a nice party. I like your style, man.) (lets go. Xander turns back to Tennyson.) Stay on that boat, no matter what. Adele, Nicks?
~ Xander Cage bargaining with Lazarus in order to get close to Xiang and his team.