Bill Hader credited as playing...
Flint Lockwood
- 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.
- 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: 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: 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.
- Flint Lockwood: [about to activate the FLDSMDFR] Alright. This... probably won't explode.
- Sam Sparks: What?
- 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.
- [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: 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.
- 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...
- 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?
- 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.
- [Flint looks over to the button, unsure]
- Flint Lockwood: My dad thinks I should turn it off...
- Mayor Shelbourne: Geniuses like us are never understood by their fathers, Flint.
- Flint Lockwood: But what if things go...
- Mayor Shelbourne: Who needs the approval of one family member when you can have it from millions of acquaintances? Not to mention that little cutlet Sam Sparks... and me? I've always felt you were like a son to me, Flint. And I'm going to be so proud of you tomorrow when you cut that ribbon, save the town, and prove to everybody what a great inventor you are. So here's the cheese: You can keep it going, get everything you've ever wanted, and be the great man I know you can be. Or, you can turn it off, ruin everything, and no one will ever like you. It's your choice... choice... choice...
- [the word "choice" continues to echo, until it's revealed that the Mayor is whispering it repeatedly to Flint]
- 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: 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: 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.
- 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: 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 juice?
- Flint Lockwood, Sam Sparks: And bacon!