Jay Baruchel

"Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We... have stubbornness issues."

"This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies or parrots... we have... dragons."
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"Everything we know about you guys is wrong."
[About the dragons]

Kevin: "Tugg. Tugger. You're the last piece of the puzzle buddy. We need you! Your men need you. Are you with us?"
Tugg: "I'm a rooster illusion."
Kevin: "Fuck it. We'll deal with him later."

"Now dragons used to be a bit of a problem here, but that was five years ago. Now they've all moved in. And, really, why wouldn't they? We have custom stables, all-you-can-eat feeding stations, a full-service dragon wash, even top-of-the-line fire prevention, if I do say so myself."

Hiccup: "This is where you've been for twenty years? You-you've been rescuing them.... Unbelievable!"
Valka: "You're not upset?"
Hiccup: "What? No! I... I don't know. I... Well, it's a bit much to get my head around, to be frank. It's not every day you find out your mother is some kind of... crazy, feral, vigilante dragon lady."
Valka: "Oh... Well... at least I'm not boring. Right?"

"Yep, Berk is pretty much perfect. All of my hard work has paid off. And it's a good thing, too, because, with Vikings on the backs of dragons, the world just got a whole lot bigger."

"This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes... We have... Dragons!!"
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