Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Flint Lockwood:
[first lines; narrating] 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:
[narrating] I wanted to run away that day, but you can't run away from your own feet.

Flint Lockwood:
It's okay, it's just pain.

Flint Lockwood:
Come on, Steve. We've got a diem to carpe!

Earl Devereaux:
Look, I'm as mad at Flint as you are. In fact, when he gets out of that car, I'm gonna slap him in the face. I know Flint Lockwood made the food, but it was made-to-order, and now it's time for all of us to pay the bill.

Earl Devereaux:
My chest hairs are tingling. Something's wrong.

Sam Sparks:
Flint, this is amazing! And designing the ice cream to accumulate into scoops? I don't know how you're gonna top this!

Sam Sparks:
Thank you, Saint Patrick. Okay, everyone, you're not going to believe this one, but I'm standing in the middle of a burger rain. You can have seen a meteor shower, but you have never seen a shower "meatier" than this. For a town stuck eating sardines, this is totally manna from heaven.

Sam Sparks:
My forecast? Sunny... -side up.

'Baby' Brent:
[repeated line] Uh, oh!

'Baby' Brent:
[running while carrying a pair of giant scissors] I really shouldn't be running with these!

'Baby' Brent:
I'm not Baby Brent anymore. I'm Chicken Brent! And I'm finally contributing to society!

Patrick Patrickson:
Yikes! What is that, a scrunchie? I haven't seen one of those since 1995.

Earl Devereaux:
You see this contact lens, Flint Lockwood?

Flint Lockwood:
Mm-hmm.

Earl Devereaux:
This contact lens represents you!

Flint Lockwood:
All right.

Earl Devereaux:
And my eye represents my eye!

Flint Lockwood:
Okay.

Earl Devereaux:
[Puts on contact lens] I've got my eye on you!

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:
Can you keep a secret?

Flint Lockwood:
No. [awkward pause] 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?

Sam Sparks:
We need a doctor! Is anyone here a doctor? Anyone?

Manny:
I am a doctor.

Sam Sparks:
You are?

Manny:
I was, back in Guatemala. I came here for a better life. Pretty great decision, eh?

Manny:
You are going to need a co-pilot.

Sam Sparks:
You are a pilot, too?

Manny:
Yes. I am also a particle physicist.

Sam Sparks:
Really?

Manny:
No, that was a joke. I am also a comedian.

[Flint and Sam laugh]

Sam Sparks:
A town that is truly a la mode.

French Weather Reporter:
...a la mode.

Arabic Weather Reporter:
...a la mode.

English Weather Reporter:
A town that is truly topped with ice cream.

Sam:
This food weather was created intentionally by meek-ish backyard tinkerer, Flint Lockwood.

Officer Earl:
[shocked] Flint Lockwood!?

Flint:
[nervously] Hi…

Earl:
[tackles Flint in anger] YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR RUINING SARDINE LAND!!

Sam:
Flint, those burgers were amazing.

Earl:
You see this contact lens, Flint Lockwood?

Flint:
Mm-hmm.

Earl:
This contact lens represents you!

Flint:
All right.

Earl:
And my eye represents my eye!

Flint:
Okay.

Earl:
[puts on the contact lens] I've got my eye on... you.

Flint:
Oh, my gosh! A jaywalker.

Earl:
Hey!

Sam:
I scream, you scream, we all scream for Flint Lockwood’s latest tasty town-wide treat, with flurries of frozen fun on what the mayor declared to be an ice cream snow day. He’d also like invite everyone in the world to catch a cruise liner and come on down this Saturday for the grand opening of Chew and swallow, a town that is truly a la mode.

French Weather Reporter:
...A la mode. [translation: ""]

Arabic Weather Reporter:
...A la mode. [translation: ""]

British Weather Reporter:
A town that is truly topped with ice cream.

Sam:
[finishing report] ...with today's scoop for the Weather News Network, I'm Sam Sparks!

Sam:
Can you keep a secret?

Flint:
No. [awkward pause] But this time, sure. Yeah.

Sam:
[sighs] Okay. It was a really long time ago, but I too was... a nerd.

Flint:
[blankly] "Too"?

Sam:
When I was a little girl, I wear a ponytail and glasses, and I was totally obsessed with the science of weather.

[Flashback starts to a young Sam]

Sam:
[voice over] Other girls wanted a Barbie, I wanted a Doppler Weather Radar 2000 Turbo. But all the kids used to taunt me with this lame song. It wasn’t even clever! [Young Sam finishes an equation at school in class and the kids start to mock her singing a song]

Flashback Kids:
[singing] Four eyes! Four eyes! You need glasses to see!

[Flashback ends, Flint snickers and Sam looks at him]

Flint:
Go on.

Sam:
So, I got a new look, gave the science-y smart stuff, and I was never made fun of again. [takes her glasses out her pocket] And I still need these glasses, but I never wear them.

Flint:
I bet you'll look great with glasses on.

Tim:
So, no roof?

Flint:
Yup. You just hold out your plate, and I even made it rain your favorite: meat. Mmmmm. Okay. So, you know how the grand reopening of the town is tomorrow? Well, the mayor has asked me to cut the ribbon. He said my invention saved the town! Aren’t you proud of me?

Tim:
Well... Doesn’t this steak look a little big to you?

Flint:
Yeah, it’s a big steak. Every steak is not exactly the same size. Did you even hear what I just said?

Tim:
Son, look around. I’m not sure this is good for people. Maybe you should think about turning this thing off.

Flint:
[stunned in anger] It’s making everybody happy! Everybody, except YOU! When are you going to accept that this is who I am instead of trying to get me to work in some boring tackle shop?!?

Tim:
[got heartbroken by his punishment] Well, you seem like you know what you’re doing, then. I guess I’ll just get out of your way. [Tim sadly leaves. The steak falls off Flint’s head. At the tackleshop, a fish being ground up into chum. Tim, alone, sadly working the chum grinder. Suddenly, hot dogs began to fall. One hits the "And Son" Tim tacked onto the tackle shop sign and knocks it to the ground]

Flint:
[sees spaghetti tornado] Mamma mia.

Flint:
[Hanging from a licorice rope held by Sam, who is swelling up from her peanut allergy] Let go, Sam.

Sam:
But you'll be stuck down there forever.

Flint:
It's not ideal, no.

Sam:
Come with us, Flint. We'll live underground, and use bacon for clothes.

Flint:
That's not a very good plan, Sam.

Sam:
It is if I don't have to lose you. Look, I like you, okay?

Flint:
Like... Like as a friend?

Sam:
No, like "like you" like you.

Flint:
Me too. I mean, about you. [bites through rope and drops] Goodbye, Sam.

Sam:
Flint! No!

Brent:
Hang on Sam! Dr. Manny's got the medicine for your face!

[last lines]

Flint:
Sam.

Sam:
Flint.

Flint:
Sam.

Sam:
Flint.

Tim:
Flint.

Flint:
Dad.

Steve:
Steve!

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]

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.

Flint:
I love you too, Dad.

[the crowd applauds]

Shelbourne:
This was not well thought out.

"Baby" Brent:
Oh, I don't know, I think they're kinda cute. I mean, this one just walked right up to me and– [Suddenly, a chicken eats Brent alive; Brent shrieked in terror] HE'S GOT ME!!

Tim:
Flint, you don't keep throwing your net when there aren't any fish.

Flint:
What?

Tim:
I want you to work full-time at the tackle shop.

Flint:
The tackle shop?! Aw, Dad, no!

Sam:
This food weather was created intentionally by meek-ish backyard tinkerer, Flint Lockwood.

Townspeople:
[surprised] Huh?

Earl:
[shocked] Flint Lockwood?!

[Everyone turns to him in the background]

Flint:
[sheepishly] Hi.

Earl:
[angrily tackles him to the ground] You're under arrest for ruinin' Sardine Land!

Sam:
Flint, those burgers were awesome! The producer called and he was all like, [mimicking the producer in a deep voice] "Everybody loves that food weather."

Mayor Shelbourne:
Food weather. This could be even bigger than Sardine Land.

Sam:
Can you make it rain food again, please?

Flint:
Uh, I don't really know if I…

Cal:
You're gonna do it again?

Earl:
Oh, you gotta be kidding!

Flint:
So here's how it works: Water goes in the top, and food comes out the bottom.

Sam:
So when you shot it up into the stratosphere, you figured it would induce a molecular phase change of the vapor from the cumulonimbus layer?

Flint:
That's actually a really smart observation.

Sam:
I mean… The clouds probably have water in them, which, uh, I guess is why you shot it up there in the first place.

Flint:
Right, right. That's why I did it that. On-On purpose.

Sam:
Right. Yeah.

Flint:
[in unison] Right.

Sam:
[in unison] Of course.

Flint:
The machine uses a principle hydro-genetic mutation. Water molecules are bombarded with microwave radiation which mutates their genetic recipe into any kind of food you want.

Sam:
So… pizza?

Flint:
Yes.

Sam:
Mashed potatoes?

Flint:
Yes.

Sam:
Peas?

Flint:
Yes, that's also a food.

Sam:
Steak?

Flint:
Yes.

Sam:
Apples?

Flint:
Mm-hmm.

Sam:
Apple sauce?

Flint:
Yes.

Sam:
Can you do BLT?

Flint:
I'm pretty sure I said any kind of food.

Sam:
Chicken wings?

Flint:
Okay, well, just think about what you're saying and if it's a food, then yes it can.

Sam:
Bologna.

Flint:
Bologna. That is a food.

Sam:
[gasps] How about Jell-O?

Flint:
Do you like Jell-O?

Sam:
I love Jell-O.

Flint:
I love Jell-O too! Oh, and peanut butter, right?

Sam:
Oh, no, no. I am severely allergic to peanuts.

Flint:
[lying] Hey, me too.

Sam:
So what’s it called?

Flint:
Peanut allergy.

Sam:
No, the machine.

Flint:
Of course. It's called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super-Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator. Or, for short: The FLDSMDFR!

Sam:
[confused] Fliminadifiser?

Flint:
FLDSMDFR.

Sam:
Fliminubahdibferer?

Flint:
What do you guys want for breakfast?

Steve:
Gummy Bears.

Flint:
[sternly] Whoa, Steve, no. We both know how you get around Gummy Bears.

Sam:
How about… eggs.

Flint:
And toast.

Sam:
Orange juice.

Flint:
And [in unison] bacon!

Sam:
[in unison] Bacon!

[Flint dreamily slowly puckers up his lips about to kiss her]

Sam:
What are you doing?

Flint:
Nothing. To the computer! [quickly types in the breakfast food code]

Sam:
So, you're sure this is safe?

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?

Flint:
I don't know. But that'll never happen.

Joe Towne:
A toast…to Flint and his delicious steaks.

Flint:
Oh, thanks.

Brent:
The pizza's chasing us?!

Flint:
Sentient food? That's impossible!

Sam:
Unless its molecular structure's mutated into super food!

Both:
That's been genetically engineered to protect the FLDSMDFR.

Steve:
Pizza.

[Flint, Sam, and Brent all scream]

[Flint and Sam run up to a hole surrounded with peanut brittle]

Sam:
That's peanut brittle. If either one of us touches it, we'll go into anaphylactic shock.

Flint:
Actually, I'm not entirely allergic to peanuts. I might have just said that to get you to like me.

Sam:
So you really thought having allergies would make you more attractive?

Flint:
[shrugs] Eh…

Mayor Shelbourne:
[floating in the middle of the ocean] This was not well thought out.

Flint Lockwood:
From that moment on, I was determined to invent something great.

Flint Lockwood:
[narrating] My dream was to help my hometown, a tiny island hidden under the "A" in "Atlantic", called Swallow Falls. We were famous for sardines until the day the Baby Brent Sardine Cannery closed for good right after everyone in the world realized that sardines are super gross. Soon, all of us were stuck eating the sardines that no one else wanted. Poached, fried, boiled, dried, candied, and juiced. Life became gray and flavorless. But when all seemed lost, I stared at defeat and found hope. My name is Flint Lockwood. And I was about to invent a machine that turns water into food.

Flint Lockwood:
Everyone is going to love this.

Flint Lockwood:
[narrating] It had been almost 10 years since Mom died. And Dad still didn't understand me like she did.

Flint Lockwood:
[running up to the power station] This is a great idea.

Flint Lockwood:
[seeing everyone incredibly angry at him while trapped in the giant fish bowl after destroying Sardine Land] Ay, Papi.

Flint Lockwood:
[talking about how the FLDSMDFR works] Water goes in the top, and food comes out the bottom.

Flint Lockwood:
[while playing a Jell-O piano] Everything's made of Jell-O! This piano, those sconces, that ghetto blaster, that Jell-O, that aquarium, that Venus de Milo with your face on it next to a Michelangelo's David that also has your face.

Flint Lockwood:
[to Tim, about wanting to turn off his invention; coldly] It's making everybody happy! Everybody except you. When are you going to accept that this is who I am instead of trying to get me to work in some boring tackle shop?

Flint Lockwood:
[seeing big hot dogs all around] These are big hot dogs.

Flint Lockwood:
[explaining to Mayor Shelbourne about the food being over-mutated] This is the molecular structure of a hot dog that fell last week. And this is the molecular structure of a hot dog that fell today. The machine uses microwave radiation to mutate the genetic recipe of the food. The more we ask it to make, the more clouds it takes in, the more radiation it emits, the more these food molecules could over-mutate. I think that's why the food is getting bigger.

Flint Lockwood:
For the first time in my life, everybody loves something that I've done.

Flint Lockwood:
I've gotta stop the machine! Everyone's in danger because of me!

Flint Lockwood:
I tried to help everybody, but instead I ruined everything. I'm just a piece of junk. So I threw myself away… Along with all these dumb inventions. [holds up his Spray-On-Shoes spray can to Tim] This is junk. [then holds up his Hair Un-Balder] This is junk. [points to himself] This is junk.

Flint Lockwood:
Mom was wrong about me. I'm not an inventor. I should've just quit when you said.

Flint Lockwood:
[as Tim holds up his lab coat he lost from the spaghetti tornado] My coat.

Flint Lockwood:
When it rains, you put on a coat… of Spray-On Shoes!

Young:
What is the number one problem facing our community today? Untied shoelaces. Which is why I've invented a lace-less alternative foot covering. Spray-On-Shoes!

Young:
I don't understand fishing metaphors!

Young:
Everyone just thinks I'm a weirdo.

Young:
A professional-grade lab coat. Just like the real guys wear! [tries it on] It fits perfect!

Sam Sparks:
Can you believe it, Manny? Temporary professional meteorologist. Whoo!

Sam Sparks:
[looks closely at Flint's shoes] What is going on with your feet? (Flint: Spray-On-Shoes. They don't come off.)

Sam Sparks:
[surprised while entering Flint's lab] Wow, you seriously spend a lot of time alone.

Sam Sparks:
Well, those cheeseburgers were only the beginning, because a breakfast system is on its way to Swallow Falls. My forecast? Sunny side up.

Sam Sparks:
Now that's what I call, poultry in motion.

Sam Sparks:
Leftovers? Not a problem with Flint Lockwood's latest invention, the Outtasighter, so named because it catapults uneaten food out of sight, and therefore, out of mind.

Sam Sparks:
We are about to be in the epicenter of a perfect food storm. It's going to spread across the globe. I've calculated the Coriolis acceleration of the storm system. First, it'll hit New York, then Paris, then the Jiayuguan Pass in eastern China. And in four hours, the entire northern hemisphere will be one big potluck.

Sam Sparks:
[while upon seeing the meateroid] Water goes in the top, a food hurricane comes out the bottom.

Sam Sparks:
Where's Flint? [looks outside as the meateroid explodes; despaired, thinking Flint died] NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sam Sparks:
Your son was a great man.

Sam Sparks:
Hello, Sam Sparks. I’m America!

Earl Devereaux:
You're under arrest, Flint Lockwood! Thank goodness. You only caused minimal damage to Sardine Land.

"Baby" Brent Mchale:
[repeated line] Uh-oh!

"Baby" Brent Mchale:
What a freak! He wants to be smart, but that's lame.

"Baby" Brent Mchale:
What?! You're letting that guy in?! That guy's a nerd.

"Baby" Brent Mchale:
Glad I'm wearing a diaper.

Patrick Patrickson:
This just in: Our humiliated weather intern is apparently back for more.