Gobber the Belch [about the Red Death]
Beard of Thor! What is that?
Most-quoted role: Gobber the Belch in How to Train Your Dragon (2010), 24 quotes
Movies Gobber the Belch Gobber the Belch [to Hiccup]
Stay... put... there. You know what I mean.
Gobber the Belch Listen, Stoick, I was overhearing some of the men just now, and-and well, you know, some of them are wondering what it is we are up to here? Not-not me, of course, I-I know you're always the man with the plan, but some - not me - are-are wondering if, in fact, there is a plan at all, and what it might be?
Gobber [at Stoick's funeral]
May the Valkyries welcome you and lead you through Odin's great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury, so that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you've taken your rightful place at the table of kings. For a great man has fallen: A warrior. A chieftain. A father. A friend.
Gobber [to Stoick, about Hiccup]
He's only twenty. And a Viking! I mean, could there be a worst possible combination? Hah, I think about how stubborn and senseless you were back in the day. Though not that much has changed, actually.
Gobber [when Hiccup is officially crowned Berk's new chieftain]
The Chief has come home!
[Somebody just called Lord Dingwall a liar]
I heard that! Come on! Say it to my face, or are you scared simperin' jackanapes, 'fraid to muss your pretty hair?!
Lord Macintosh At least we have hair!
And all our teeth!
Young MacGuffin
[in a thick accent]
If he was a wee bit closer, I could lob a caber at him, ye ken?
Lord Macintosh [confused at first, then regains composure]
And we don't hide under bridges, you grumpy old troll!
[The Macintoshes, Macguffins and Fergus chortle]
You wanna laugh, eh? [to his son] WEE DINGWALL!
[Wee Dingwall attacks Lord Macintosh, starting a brawl]
Lord Macintosh [Merida – assisted by Bear Elinor – asks the lords' sons to write their own stories, follow their hearts, and find love in their own time]
Well, since you've obviously made up your minds about this, I have one thing to say: This is–
Young Macintosh
[interrupting in a gleeful tone]
A GRAND IDEA! [to his father] Give us our own say in choosing our fate.
Lord Macintosh [stunned with outrage]
WHAT?!
Wee Dingwall
Aye. Why shouldn't we choose?
Wee Dingwall
I didn't pick her out. It was your idea.
Young MacGuffin
[in a thick accent]
It's just not fair making us fight for the hand of a quine who doesn't want any bit of it. Good?
[The Dingwalls and Macintoshes stare at each other confused; Merida giggles]
[Fergus, the lords, their sons, and the rest of the men are being distracted by the triplets, thinking there's a bear in the castle]
I think we should lay a trap.
[angrily]
TRY SHUTTING YOURS! [They then hear a growl and see a shadow of a bear] There he is!
Or was carried away by a giant birdy.
A dragon, perhaps.
Lord Macintosh [mockingly]
"Bear in the castle!" [normal] Doesn't make sense. It cannot open doors. He's got big, giant paws!
I propped it open with a stick!
[The men groan, and from the other side of the door, it is revealed that two of the triplets took the stick and chucked it away]
Kanga See what, honey?
Honey?! [tummy rumbles] Oh...!
Rabbit I can't wait to see the honey on that Backson's honey when he falls into our honey! Eh, Owl?
Owl That cheeky honey will honey twice before honeying our honey again!
Roo
After we honey the honey, can I honey a honey?
Kanga! Uh-uh-uh. No honey before honey, honey.
Piglet [turns into a honey pot in hallucination]
Honey up, Pooh! We have to honey!
All others
Honey! Ooh, honey! Yes! Honey!
Narrator As Pooh watched the honey honey away, his honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey...
[All the text in the book page reads "honey".]
Rabbit [Christopher Robin has returned and everyone hugs him]
How did you escape from the Backson?
Kanga He wakes up babies!
He swipes your stripes!
Piglet He puts out the lights!
Yes, and... we thought he took you from us.
Who gave you the idea I was taken by a Backson?
Your note.
Narrator [Pooh hands Christopher Robin the note he left him; Christopher Robin explains that he misread it and what it really meant]
Christopher Robin explained that it all been a misunderstanding. And now that it was Autumn, the school year had begun. His note was simply to say he had gone out and would be "back soon."
All but Owl Oh...! [They glance over at Owl dissatisfied]
Owl Ooh, um... [Runs away without a word]
Okay...
Good morning, Eeyore. Lovely day, isn't it?
Eeyore Wish I could say yes, but I can't.
Oh my, Eeyore. You wouldn't happen to have any honey lying about, would you? You see, I seem to have run out. [tummy continues to rumble] Oh, yes. Good idea, tummy. Perhaps I should look in back. Bother. No honey in here, either. What? Eeyore, what has happened to your tail?
Eeyore What has happened to it?
Well... it isn't there.
Eeyore That accounts for a good deal. That explains everything. No wonder. [sighs]
Owl Oh! There it is. I'd recognize it anywhere. The very tree where I was hatched. I remember the day Mother made these marks, her giant meaty claw carving furrows in the crumbly bark. Chapter one, the birth of a genius.
Pardon me, Owl. What are you doing?
Owl Hmm? Oh, hello, Pooh. Eeyore. Why, I'm penning my personal memoirs. [chuckling] Yes. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, of course. With steely nerve...
Perhaps you could take a short break from your important work and help us find Eeyore's tail?
Owl ...and I rocketed towards Eeyore's tail! Eeyore's tail? What's wrong with Eeyore's tail?
Well, it isn't there.
Owl Yes. So I see.
Won't you help us, Owl? You have such a talent for speaking and telling us what to do.
Owl Oh, thank you, Pooh. Yes, I do, don't I? I didn't think anyone noticed. All right, take this. Write this down carefully. Now, the customary procedure in such cases is as follows…
Excuse me, Owl, but what does "Crustimoney Proseedcake" mean? For I am a bear of very little brain and long words bother me.
Owl It means "the thing to do."
Oh. Well, as long as it means that, I don't mind.
Owl Yes, well, the thing to do is as follows: First, issue a reward...
Gesundheit.
Owl I beg your pardon?
Well, you sneezed just as you were going to tell me what the first thing to do was.
Owl I didn't sneeze.
Eeyore Oh, you did, Owl.
Owl No, I didn't! You can't sneeze without knowing it!
Well, you can't know it without something having been sneezed.
Owl [pauses]
As I was saying, first: issue a reward...
Eeyore [gloomily]
I'll probably catch it, too.
Owl [frustrated]
No, no, no! I'm not catching a cold! The word is ISSUE, not AH-CHOO! And 'ah-choo' isn't even a word! It's just some sort of sneezy sound, like 'Ah-choo!'
Perhaps you should lie down, Owl.
Owl Oh! [facepalms and falls over backwards]
Eeyore My throat feels a little scratchy.
Open wide, please.
Eeyore Ahh.
Just as I suspected. Owl, we need honey.
Owl Enough of this infernal folderol! Look, the thing to do is, we write a notice promising a large something to anyone who finds a replacement tail for Eeyore! Is that clear?
That sounds like a wonderful plan, Owl.
Owl Excellent. Now, we shall get Christopher Robin to write out the notices, and we'll put them up all over the forest.