Hiccup: [about the Night Fury] I really did hit one.
Gobber: Sure.
Hiccup: He never listens!
Gobber: Well, it runs in the family.
Hiccup: And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich.
[imitating]
Hiccup: "Excuse me, barmaid! I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring! I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish-bone!"
Gobber: Now, you're thinkin' about this all wrong. It's not so much what you *look* like, it's what's *inside* that he can't stand.
[pause]
Hiccup: [sarcastic] Thank you for summing that up.
Gobber: Look the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not!
Hiccup: I just wanna be one of you guys!
[last lines]
Hiccup: This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies or parrots... we have... dragons.
Astrid: [about Toothless] I bet he's really frightened now... what are you gonna do about it?
Hiccup: Ehhh... probably something stupid.
Astrid: Good, but you've already done that...
Hiccup: [after a pause] Then something crazy...!
[he runs off]
Astrid: *That's* more like it!
[she follows him]
Hiccup: [about the dragons] Everything we know about you guys is wrong.
Astrid: [punches Hiccup] That's for kidnapping me.
[Kisses Hiccup]
Astrid: That's for everything else.
[first lines]
Hiccup: [voice-over] This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests.
You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes... We have...
[aloud, as he slams the door against an attacking Monstrous Nightmare]
Hiccup: Dragons!
Astrid: [hanging from a tree branch] Hiccup! Get me *down* from here!
Hiccup: [pleading] You have to give me a chance to explain!
Astrid: I am not listening to *anything* you have to say!
Hiccup: Then I won't speak. Just let me *show* you. Please, Astrid.
[Astrid lifts herself up and gingerly climbs
onto Toothless's back]
Astrid: Now get me down.
Hiccup: Toothless, down. *Gently.*
[Toothless spreads his wings, and the wind slowly lifts them into the air]
Hiccup: See? Nothing to be afraid of...
[Toothless launches himself into the sky at top speed, Astrid screams]
Hiccup: Augh!
Toothless! What is *wrong* with you? Bad dragon! A-ha, he's uh, he's not usually like this... Oh no...
[Toothless rolls to the side and dives straight down, plunging in and out of the waves; Astrid screams]
Hiccup: Toothless, what are you doing, we need her to *like* us!
[Toothless soars up again and starts doing aileron rolls]
Hiccup:
And now, the spinning. Thank you for *nothing*, you useless reptile!
Astrid: [terrified] Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just get me off of this thing!
[Toothless looks back at her, pleased, then spreads his wings and rises gently into the sky]
Hiccup: [as Toothless gestures for him to get on] You got it, bud.
[He mounts Toothless, preparing to fly after the Green Death dragon]
Stoick: [grabbing Hiccup's arm] Hiccup!... I'm sorry. For-for everything.
Hiccup: Yeah, me too.
Stoick: You don't have to go up there.
Hiccup:
[smiling] We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard.
Stoick: [taking his hand] I'm proud to call you my son.
Hiccup: Thanks, Dad.
[takes off]
Stoick: [to Toothless] Thank you, for saving my son.
Gobber: [grimacing] Well, you know... *most* of him.
Hiccup: [to Toothless] We're leaving! Let's pack up. Looks like you and me are taking a little vacation. Forever.
[he bends over his pack]
Hiccup: Ah man.
[looking up, he sees Astrid sitting on a boulder, sharpening her axe]
Hiccup: Agh! What the... uh, uh, what are you doing here?
Astrid: I want
to know what's going on.
[she jumps down and menaces him with the axe]
Astrid: No one just *gets* as good as you do. *Especially* you. Start talking! Are you training with someone?
Hiccup: Uh, uh, training? I didn't...
Astrid: [grabbing his flight gear] It better not involve *this*...
Hiccup: I,
I know, this... looks really bad, but, you see, this is uh...
[there's a rustling behind them and she looks over his shoulder toward the noise]
Hiccup: [trying to distract her] Uh, you're right! You're right, you're right. I, I'm through with the lies, I've been making... outfits! So, you got me. It's time everyone knew. Drag me back, go ahead... here we go...
[she twists his arm, throwing him to the ground]
Hiccup: OW! Why would you *do* that?
Astrid: That's for the lies! And *that's*...
[she drops the butt of her axe on his chest]
Astrid: ... for everything else!
[Toothless emerges a few feet away]
Hiccup: Oh man...
Astrid: [gasps and throws them both to the ground] Get down!
[Toothless charges, she pushes Hiccup away and raises her axe]
Astrid: RUN! RUN!
Hiccup: [grabbing the axe and throwing it away] No! No! It's okay, it's okay!
[to Toothless]
Hiccup: She's a friend.
[to Astrid, holding Toothless
back]
Hiccup: You scared him.
Astrid: *I* scared *him*? Who is "him"?
Hiccup: Uh... Astrid, Toothless! Toothless, Astrid.
[Toothless snarls, Astrid shakes her head in bewilderment and runs off]
Hiccup: Duh-duh-duh, we're dead!
Snotlout: Watch out babe, I'll take care of this.
[Throws weapon at Deadly Nadder but misses; Astrid glares at him]
Snotlout: The *sun* was in my eyes, Astrid! What do you want me to do, block out the sun? I can do that, but I don't have the time right now!
[during the final rounds of dragon training, Astrid notices Hiccup next to her and yanks his shield down, thrusting her face next to his]
Astrid: Stay out of my way! I'm winning this thing!
Hiccup: Uh... please, by all means.
[Astrid approaches the Gronkle stealthily]
Astrid: This time! This time, for sure!
[She
springs up and charges with a yell... only to see that Hiccup has already "subdued" it. The crowd cheers]
Astrid: [swinging her axe wildly in anger] NO! YOU SON OF A HALF-TROLL, RAT-EATING, MUNGE-BUCKET!
Stoick: Turns out all we needed was a little more of...
[gestures to Hiccup]
Stoick: This!
Hiccup: You just gestured to all of me!
Hiccup: [reading in the Dragon Manual] Dragon classifications. Strength Class, Fear Class, Mystery Class. Thunderdrum: This reclusive dragon inhabits sea caves and dark tide pools. When startled, the Thunderdrum produces a concussive sound that can kill a man at close range. Extremely dangerous, kill on sight.
[turns page]
Hiccup: Timberjack: This
gigantic creature has razor-sharp wings that can slice through full-grown trees. Extremely dangerous, kill on sight.
[turns page]
Hiccup: Scaldron: Sprays scalding water at its victim, extremely dangerous...
[thunder, Hiccup jumps]
Hiccup: Changeling: Even newly hatched dragons can spray acid, kill on sight.
[flipping pages
faster]
Hiccup: Gronkles, Zippleback, the Skrill... Boneknapper... Whispering Death... Burns its victims, buries its victims, chokes its victims, turns its victims inside-out... Extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous... kill on sight, kill on sight, kill on sight... Night Fury. Speed unknown. Size unknown. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Never engage
this dragon. Your only chance: hide and pray it does not find you.
Hiccup: [narrating] My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But, it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.
Viking: [screams in Hiccup's face] RAAAAHHHR!
[casually]
Viking: Morning!
[seeing Toothless down, with Hiccup nowhere in sight]
Stoick: [kneeling beside Toothless] Oh, son... I did this.
[Toothless stirs and opens his eyes, looking at Stoick]
Stoick: I'm s... I'm so sorry.
[Toothless rolls to the side and lifts his wings, revealing Hiccup clutched in his arms]
Stoick: Hiccup!
[Stoick picks him up, puts an ear to his chest and laughs with relief]
Stoick: Ah, he's *alive*! You brought him back alive!
[Vikings cheer]