Sam Sparks: We need a doctor! Is anyone here a doctor? Anyone?
Manny: I am a doctor.
Sam Sparks: You are?
Manny: I was, back in Guatemala. I came here for a better life. Pretty great decision, eh?
Flint Lockwood: Come on, Steve. We've got a diem to carpe!
Earl Devereaux: You know what you are, Flint Lockwood? A shenaniganizer! A tomfool!
Earl Devereaux: You see this contact lens?
Flint Lockwood: Yeah?
Earl Devereaux: This contact lens represents you! And my eye represents my eye!
[Puts on contact lens]
Earl Devereaux: I've got my *eye* on you!
Flint Lockwood: [narrating] I wanted to run away that day, but you can't run away from your own feet.
Flint Lockwood: [about to activate the FLDSMDFR] Alright. This... probably won't explode.
Sam Sparks: What?
Mayor Shelbourne: Hey, Flint. It's been nice to beet you!
Flint Lockwood: That's a radish!
Manny: You are going to need a co-pilot.
Sam Sparks: You are a pilot, too?
Manny: Yes. I am also a particle physicist.
Sam Sparks: Really?
Manny: No, that was a joke. I am also a comedian.
Earl Devereaux: [addressing Flint] You see my beautiful son, Cal?
Cal Deveraux: 'Sup.
Earl Devereaux: I love him so much, he's my only son. I wanna provide a bright future for him, one where you don't ruin the day with one of your science deely-bopper thingies!
'Baby' Brent: [running while carrying a pair of giant scissors] I shouldn't be running with these!
Tim Lockwood: Not every sardine was meant to swim, son.
Young Flint: I don't understand fishing metaphors!
Joe Towne: [Being chased by giant donuts] Hey, I had a weird dream like this once!
'Baby' Brent: I'm not Baby Brent anymore. I am Chicken Brent! And I'm finally contributing to society!
Sam Sparks: You may have seen a meteor shower, but I bet you've never seen a shower "meatier" than this.
Earl Devereaux: I love you, son.
Cal Deveraux: I know, dad. You tell me every day.
'Baby' Brent: What a freak! He wants to be smart, but that's lame!
Earl Devereaux: I'm as mad at Flint as you are. In fact, the minute he steps out of that car, I'm gonna slap him in the face! I know he made the food, but that food was made to order, and now it's time for all of us to pay the bill.
Flint Lockwood: Have you ever felt like you were a little bit different? Like you had something unique to offer the world, if you could just get people to see it. Then you know exactly how it felt to be me.
Sam Sparks: Well, those cheeseburgers were only the beginning because a breakfast system is on its way to Swallow Falls. My forecast? Sunny... side up!
Flint Lockwood: I've never actually been in a snowball fight.
Sam Sparks: Really?
Flint Lockwood: I don't even know the rules. Is there like a point system, or is it to the death?
Sam Sparks: No. You never? I mean, look, even Steve is throwing chocolate snowballs. Ew.
Patrick Patrickson: Yikes! What is that, a scrunchie? I haven't seen of those since 1995.
Sam Sparks: Can you keep a secret?
Flint Lockwood: No.
Flint Lockwood: But this time, sure. Yeah.
Sam Sparks: [sighs] Ok. It was a really long time ago but... I, too. was... a *nerd!*
Flint Lockwood: [blankly] Too?
Flint Lockwood: Do you like Jello?
Sam Sparks: I love Jello!
Flint Lockwood: I love Jello too! Oh, and peanut butter, right?
Sam Sparks: Oh, no no no, I am severely allergic to peanuts.
Flint Lockwood: Hey, me too.
Sam Sparks: So what's it called?
Flint Lockwood: Peanut allergy.
Sam Sparks: No, the machine.
Flint Lockwood: Of course.
Sam Sparks: [Holding spoonful of jello] It's a solid, it's a liquid, it's a viscoelastic polymer made out of polypeptide chains but you eat it! I mean, it tastes good!
Flint Lockwood: Why do you always do that?
Tim Lockwood: Can you look me in the eye and tell me you've got this under control and it's not gonna end up in a disaster?
Flint Lockwood: Yes.
[hurriedly, looks in his father's eyes]
Flint Lockwood: I've got this under control, and it's not gonna end up in a disaster!
Sam Sparks: A town that is truly a la mode
French Weather Reporter: ...a la mode.
Arabic Weather Reporter: ...a la mode.
English Weather Reporter: A town that is truly topped with ice cream.
Sam Sparks: You hit me with a rocket!
Flint Lockwood: You kicked me in the face!
Sam Sparks: I said I was sorry!
Flint Lockwood: What do you guys want for breakfast?
Steve: Gummi Bears!
Flint Lockwood: Whoa, Steve, no. We both know how you get around Gummi Bears.
Sam Sparks: How about, eggs?
Flint Lockwood: And toast?
Sam Sparks: Orange toast?
Flint Lockwood: It's called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator! Or for short:
Flint Lockwood: The FLDSMDFR!
Sam Sparks: [Trying to pronounce it] The flemina-is-a-fur?
Flint Lockwood: FLDSMDFR!
Sam Sparks: [Still trying to pronounce it] Emma-ne-de-fur-fur?
Flint Lockwood: [Points to the first two letters on his computer] Fleh.
[Moves down to the next letters]
Flint Lockwood: Suh.
[Moves to final letters]
Flint Lockwood: De-furf.
Sam Sparks: Oh.
Flint Lockwood: My dream was to help my hometown, a small island hidden under the A in Atlantic, called Swallow Falls. We were one of the leading exporters of sardines, until the day Baby Brent Sardine cannery closed when everyone realized that sardines... are super gross. So everyone was stuck eating all the sardines that nobody wanted. Frozen, boiled, dried, fried, candied and juiced. Life was gray and flavorless, but when things seem hopeless, I stared down at defeat, and found hope.
Flint Lockwood: Steve, my best friend and trusted colleague!
Flint Lockwood: Can I count on your help?
Steve: [Holds up sardine can he's been trying to open] Can.
Flint Lockwood: I knew I could.
Flint Lockwood: The machine emits microwave radiation to mutate the water molecules. The more we ask it to make, the more clouds it takes in, the more radiation it emits, the more the food molecules could overmutate. I think that's what's making the food bigger.
Mayor Shelbourne: Here's what I heard: Blah, blah, blah, science, science, science... Bigger! And bigger is better. Everyone's gonna love these new portion sizes.
[Stuffs whole giant hot dog in his mouth]
Mayor Shelbourne: I know I do.
Sam Sparks: You get one chance at the show, and if you don't make it, it's back to cleaning the barometers.
Sam Sparks: When I was a girl, I had glasses, I wore my hair in a ponytail, and I was totally obsessed with weather. Other girls wanted a Barbie, I wanted a Doppler Radar Turbo 2000. All the other kids made fun of me. They kept teasing me with this lame song. I mean, it wasn't even clever.
Kids: Four Eyes! Four Eyes! You need glasses to see!
Mayor Shelbourne: A pizza stuffed inside a turkey, the whole thing deep-fried and dipped in chocolate.
'Baby' Brent: Come on, Sam. Doctor Manny's got the medicine for your face.
Sam Sparks: That's peanut brittle. If either of us touches it, we'll go into anaphylactic shock.
Flint Lockwood: Actually, I'm not allergic to peanuts. I might have said that to get you to like me.
Sam Sparks: And you thought having a food allergy would make you more attractive?
Flint Lockwood: Eh...
Flint Lockwood: [Hanging from a licorice rope held by Sam, who is swelling up from her peanut allergy] Let go, Sam.
Sam Sparks: But you'll be stuck down there forever.
Flint Lockwood: It's not ideal, no.
Sam Sparks: Come with us, Flint. We'll live underground, and use bacon for clothes.
Flint Lockwood: That's not a very good plan, Sam.
Sam Sparks: It is if I don't have to lose you. Look, I like you, okay?
Flint Lockwood: Like... as a friend?
Sam Sparks: No, I mean "like you" like you.
Flint Lockwood: Me too. I mean, about you.
[bites through rope and drops]
Flint Lockwood: Goodbye, Sam.
Sam Sparks: Flint! No!
Flint Lockwood: When it rains, you put on a coat... of Spray-On Shoes!
[Plugs the FLDSMDFR with Spray-On Shoes]
Flint Lockwood: So, where were we?
Sam Sparks: You were about to kiss me.
Flint Lockwood: Were you going to kiss me back?
Sam Sparks: Why don't you find out?
Flint Lockwood: I don't know, because I don't want to get shot down again, you know...
Sam Sparks: Just kiss me!