Flint Lockwood: When it rains, you put on a coat... of Spray-On Shoes!
[Plugs the FLDSMDFR with Spray-On Shoes]
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!
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!
Flint Lockwood: [sees spaghetti tornado] Mamma mia.
Flint Lockwood: [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!
Sam Sparks: Why do you always do that?
Flint Lockwood: Food synthesis, go.
[Flint hooks the jumper cables up to the FLDSMDFR]
Earl Devereaux: My chest hairs are tingling, something's wrong!
[Earl leaps into action]
Mayor Shelbourne: Well, here it is, the attraction the whole world has been waiting for: Sardine Land!
[Brent cuts the ribbon with the
ceremonial pair of golden scissors]
Mayor Shelbourne: With rides and exhibits, and featuring Shamo, the world's largest sardine... and his flaming hoop of glory! Those of you in the splash zone, look out.
Flint Lockwood: Sam.
Sam Sparks: Flint.
Flint Lockwood: Sam.
Sam Sparks: Flint.
Tim Lockwood: Flint.
Flint Lockwood: Dad.
Steve: Steve!
Tim Lockwood: [sighs] Look, when you... when you cast your line... if it's not
straight, um...
Sam Sparks: Oh, for crying out loud.
[Sam puts Flint's Monkey Thought Translator on Tim's head]
Tim Lockwood: [in a robotic voice] I'm proud of you, Flint. I'm amazed that someone as ordinary as me could be the father of someone as extraordinary as you. You're talented, you're a total original, and your lab is breathtaking.
Your mom, she, uh, always knew you were going to be special. And if she were alive today, she'd tell us both: I told you so. Now, uh, look, when I take this thing off, and... you hear me make a fishing metaphor, just know that fishing metaphor means...
Tim Lockwood: [Tim takes off the Monkey Translator and speaks in a normal voice] I love my son.
Flint
Lockwood: I love you too, Dad.
[the crowd applauds]