Sam Sparks Quotes in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (2009)

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.

Sam Sparks: Hello Sam Sparks, I'm America!

Sam Sparks: Can you keep a secret?

Flint Lockwood: No.

[awkward pause]

Flint Lockwood: 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?

Flint Lockwood: Do you like Jello?

Sam Sparks: I love Jello!

Flint Lockwood: I love Jello too! Oh, and peanut butter, right?

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

Flint Lockwood: Hey, me too.

Sam Sparks: So what's it called?

Flint Lockwood: Peanut allergy.

Sam Sparks: No, the machine.

Flint Lockwood: Of course.

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?

Flint Lockwood: [about to activate the FLDSMDFR] Alright. This... probably won't explode.

Sam Sparks: What?

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

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

Sam Sparks: And you thought having a food allergy would make you more attractive?

Flint Lockwood: Eh...

Sam Sparks: You may have seen a meteor shower, but I bet you've never seen a shower "meatier" than this.

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!

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: [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?

Flint Lockwood: So, where were we?

Sam Sparks: You were about to kiss me.

Flint Lockwood: Were you going to kiss me back?

Sam Sparks: Why don't you find out?

Flint Lockwood: I don't know, because I don't want to get shot down again, you know...

Sam Sparks: Just kiss me!

Sam Sparks: You hit me with a rocket!

Flint Lockwood: You kicked me in the face!

Sam Sparks: I said I was sorry!

Sam Sparks: When I was a girl, I had glasses, I wore my hair in a ponytail, and I was totally obsessed with weather. Other girls wanted a Barbie, I wanted a Doppler Radar Turbo 2000. All the other kids made fun of me. They kept teasing me with this lame song. I mean, it wasn't even clever.

Kids: Four Eyes! Four Eyes! You need glasses to see!

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

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

Flint Lockwood: It's not ideal, no.

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

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

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

Flint Lockwood: Like... as a friend?

Sam Sparks: No, I mean "like you" like you.

Flint Lockwood: Me too. I mean, about you.

[bites through rope and drops]

Flint Lockwood: Goodbye, Sam.

Sam Sparks: Flint! No!

Flint Lockwood: It's called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator! Or for short:

[pause]

Flint Lockwood: The FLDSMDFR!

Sam Sparks: [Trying to pronounce it] The flemina-is-a-fur?

Flint Lockwood: FLDSMDFR!

Sam Sparks: [Still trying to pronounce it] Emma-ne-de-fur-fur?

Flint Lockwood: [Points to the first two letters on his computer] Fleh.

[Moves down to the next letters]

Flint Lockwood: Suh.

[Moves to final letters]

Flint Lockwood: De-furf.

Sam Sparks: Oh.

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.

Flint Lockwood: What do you guys want for breakfast?

Steve: Gummi Bears!

Flint Lockwood: Whoa, Steve, no. We both know how you get around Gummi Bears.

Sam Sparks: How about, eggs?

Flint Lockwood: And toast?

Sam Sparks: Orange toast?

Flint Lockwood, Sam Sparks: And bacon!

Sam Sparks: You get one chance at the show, and if you don't make it, it's back to cleaning the barometers.

Flint Lockwood: Sam.

Sam Sparks: Flint.

Flint Lockwood: Sam.

Sam Sparks: Flint.

Tim Lockwood: Flint.

Flint Lockwood: Dad.

Steve: Steve!

Tim Lockwood: [sighs] Look, when you... when you cast your line... if it's not straight, um...

Sam Sparks: Oh, for crying out loud.

[Sam puts Flint's Monkey Thought Translator on Tim's head]

Tim Lockwood: [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 Lockwood: [Tim takes off the Monkey Translator and speaks in a normal voice] I love my son.

Flint Lockwood: I love you too, Dad.

[the crowd applauds]

Sam Sparks: Swallow Falls is in trouble. Will you help us?

Brent: You bet I will! I just need someone to cover my shift.

[puts his sign in a tree]

Brent: Thanks, tree.

Earl Devereaux: Brent, do you ever get the feeling that maybe Steve Lockwood is just a monkey?

Brent: Why would you say that about him, Earl? Why would you ever say that?

Barb: Of course he's just a monkey. How stupid are you people? No one should ever put any trust in a monkey.

Manny: Chester thinks you're a monkey.

Barb: Well, I'm an ape. Chester knows that.

Sam Sparks: But he calls you a monkey.

Manny: It is true, he does.

Barb: He's just joking around. Chester's my best friend.

Sam Sparks: If Chester was really your friend, would he still call you a monkey?

Brent: What's it doing?

Sam Sparks: I think she wants you to scratch her buns.

Brent: I like that, too. Who's a good cheespider? She's cute!