Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs2009

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!