Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs2009

[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.