Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs2009

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]