Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs Quotes

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: 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!

Tim Lockwood: Not every sardine was meant to swim, son.

Young Flint: I don't understand fishing metaphors!

Earl Devereaux: I love you, son.

Cal Deveraux: I know, dad. You tell me every day.

Flint Lockwood: [about to activate the FLDSMDFR] Alright. This... probably won't explode.

Sam Sparks: What?

[first lines]

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.

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.

Mayor Shelbourne: Hey, Flint. It's been nice to beet you!

Flint Lockwood: That's a radish!

Sam Sparks: Can you keep a secret?

Flint Lockwood: No.

[awkward pause]

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: 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?

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.

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, Sam Sparks: And bacon!

Flint Lockwood: It's called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator! Or for short:

[pause]

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: Steve, my best friend and trusted colleague!

Steve: Steve!

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: 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!

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!

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]

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?

Mayor Shelbourne: Geniuses like us are never understood by their fathers, Flint.

Mayor Shelbourne: Who needs the approval of one family member when you can have it from millions of acquaintances?