Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs Page #6
It's not ideal, no.
Come with us. We'll start over.
We'll live underground.
Use bacon for clothes.
Sam, that's not a very good plan.
It is if it means
I don't have to lose you.
Look, I like you, okay?
Like- - Like, as a friend?
No.
Like, "like you" like you.
Me too.
But about you.
Goodbye, Sam.
Flint. No.
Hang on, Sam.
Dr. Manny's got the medicine
for your face.
Pickles.
Beets.
Banana.
Strawberry.
-Manny, we're on our way. Hurry.
-Hang on, Sam.
I'm circling the blowhole.
Scared.
Gummi Bears.
Play with us, play with us.
Eat us, eat us.
Hungry.
Hungry. Gummi Bears. Gummi Bears.
Gummi Bears. Steve hungry. Hungry.
Steve starving. Hungry.
Hungry. Starving.
Manny. Where are you?
-She touched a peanut or something.
-Oh, boy.
Corn.
Grabbing.
Tying. Throwing.
Waiting.
Swinging.
Sorry, old friend.
The kitchen's closed.
Fight the power!
Dad.
No.
When it rains, you put on a coat...
...of Spray-On Shoes.
Yeah.
Just- - There were chickens- -
Where's Flint?
No!
I know, kid.
I know.
- Cool.
-Yeah. All right.
Flint?
I'm sorry.
Your son was a great man.
- Steve.
- Steve.
- Flint.
- Brent.
- Flint.
- Cal.
- Steve.
- Flint.
- Earl.
- Flint.
-You guy.
- Steve.
Sam.
Flint.
Sam.
- Flint.
- Flint.
- Dad.
- Steve.
Flint.
Look, when you--
When you cast your line...
...if it's not straight--
Oh, for crying out loud.
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 always knew
you were going to be special.
And if she were alive today,
she'd tell us both;
"I told you so. "
Now, look,
when I take this thing off...
...and you hear me
make a fishing metaphor...
...just know
I love my son.
I love you too, Dad.
So where were we?
You were about to kiss me.
Were you gonna kiss me back?
Why don't you find out?
Because I don't want to go for it and
then get shut down again.
- Just kiss me.
- You know- -
Yeah. I'm a chicken.
This was not well thought out.
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