F Flint
[last lines]
Sam.
Sam
Flint.
Sam
Flint.
Steve
Steve!
T Tim
Flint. [sighs] Look, when you... when you cast your line... if it's not straight, um...
Sam
OH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! [puts Flint's Monkey Thought Translator on Tim's head]
T Tim
[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 takes off the Monkey Translator and speaks in a normal voice] I love my son.
F Flint
I love you too, Dad.
Shelbourne
[the crowd applauds]
This was not well thought out.
Sam
[Flint and Sam first meet at the docks after Flint accidentally destroyed Sardine Land, got chewed out by the furious townspeople, and received a disappointed look from his father]
What is going on with your feet?
F Flint
Spray-On Shoes. They, uh, don't come off.
Sam
Cool! [drags Flint's foot to see it] This could solve the Untied Shoes epidemic! What are they made of, some kind of elastic biopolymer adhesive?
F Flint
[as he looks at Sam, in love]
Yeah. Exactly.
Sam
I mean... [giggles nervously] Wow, they're shiny. I'm Sam. [lets go of Flint's foot]
F Flint
[hits his head]
Flint.
Steve
Steve!
Sam
Is that a Monkey Thought Translator?
Steve
Steve.
Sam
Incredible! Did you make all of this stuff? [gasps in realized shock of anger] You hit me with a rocket!
F Flint
You kicked me in the face!
Sam
I said I was sorry! [as she continues talking some yellow goop splats on the ladder and a pickle slice lands in the water] Oh! Do you know how hard it is to break into the weather game? I spent my entire life building up to that moment. You get one shot at the show, [something falls out of the sky and lands in a can] and if you don't make it, it's, back to cleaning the barometers?
F Flint
[walks over to the can and finds a slice of cheese inside]
Cheese? [reaches his hand out to grab it and a ratbird appears from the shadows and flies away out of the can, taking the cheese] But that could only mean… [turns and looks up into the sky and gasps]
F Flint
What do you guys want for breakfast?
Steve
Gummy Bears!
F Flint
[sternly]
Whoa. Steve, no. We both know how you get around Gummy Bears.
Sam
How about… eggs?
Sam
Orange juice!
F Flint
And [in unison] bacon!
Sam
[in unison]
Bacon!
Sam
[Flint dreamily slowly puckers up his lips about to kiss her]
What are you doing?
F Flint
Nothing. To the computer! [quickly types in the breakfast food code]
Sam
So, you're sure this is safe?
F Flint
[chuckles]
Don't worry. I have a Dange-ometer that lets us know if the food is going to over-mutate.
Sam
Well, what happens if the food over-mutates?
F Flint
I dunna know. But that'll never happen.
F Flint
[Flint moves over to the button to start the machine]
All right, this...probably won't explode.
Sam
[startled]
What?
[Flint presses the button, triggering the machine]
Brent
The pizza's chasing us?!
F Flint
Sentient food? That's impossible!
Sam
Unless its molecular structure's mutated into super food!
B Both
That's been genetically engineered to protect the FLDSMDFR.
Steve
Pizza.
[Flint, Sam, and Brent all scream]
