Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs Quotes
Flint Lockwood: Holy crap balls.
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.
Sam Sparks: You may have seen a meteor shower, but I bet you've never seen a shower "meatier" than this.
'Baby' Brent: [running while carrying a pair of giant scissors] I shouldn't be running with these!
Flint Lockwood: [about to activate the FLDSMDFR] Alright. This... probably won't explode.
Sam Sparks: What?
Flint Lockwood: Come on, Steve. We've got a diem to carpe!
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?
Steve: Gummi bears!
Earl Devereaux: I love you, son.
Cal Deveraux: I know, dad. You tell me every day.
Joe Towne: [Being chased by giant donuts] Hey, I had a weird dream like this once.
Patrick Patrickson: Yikes! What is that, a scrunchie? I haven't seen of those since 1995.
Mayor Shelbourne: [Last lines] This was not well thought out.
Tim Lockwood: Not every sardine was meant to swim, son.
Young Flint: I don't understand fishing metaphors!
'Baby' Brent: I'm not Baby Brent anymore. I am Chicken Brent! And I'm finally contributing to society!
Flint Lockwood: [narrating] Have you ever felt like you were a little bit different? Like you had some unique to offer the world, if you could just get people to see it. Then you know exactly how it felt to be me.
Sam Sparks: My forecast? Sunny side up.
Flint Lockwood: It's okay, it's just pain.
'Baby' Brent: Uh oh!
Mayor Shelbourne: Hey, Flint. It's been nice to beet you.
Flint Lockwood: That's a radish!
Flint Lockwood: I wanted to run away, but you can't run away from your own feet.